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Over at d’Verse today Mary has asked us to try writing as if we are the opposite gender.
Quite a challenge! Here’s my “Gender Bender”
you think i don’t
notice when you
cut your hair
you think I’m not
listening when you
tell me stories about
your friends
you think i don’t
care when you wear
a new dress or new shoes
i notice
i listen
i care
but my words seem
trivial, insignificant
you deserve better
i stay silent
Grace, over at d’Verse poets, challenged us to write Jisei, Japanese death poems
These are my attempts (shrug)
outside the window
dove calls to feathered mourners
my eyes slowly close
————–
my journey over
rocky trail to the peak
heaven waits
————–
With my camera I capture you
Echo, View
I see details that were hidden
Echo, Unbidden
Fine veins on tender wings
Eco, Heart sings
Slender antenae atop your head
Echo, Spread
Pollen on your body and legs
Echo, Begs
Proboscis sipping flower nectar
Echo, Specter
Majestic monarch wiil you fly
Echo, High
Away to live or stay and fade away
Echo, Prey
——–
Echo poetry form
there was a place on
the way to work – in the
days when I worked –
a country back road that
twisted and curved
a place where the trees
reached across the asphalt
to hold hands above me
a place where the sun
shone through the leaves
and made a lace pattern
for me to drive over
a place where time felt
like it had slowed down,
had taken a deep breath
where peace flowed through
the open windows and wrapped
me in its arms
—————-
She patienly waits for the
opus of birdsong, the
laughter of sunshine, the
curious wonders in
her backyard –
but is tolerant of rain
—————-
my six words are –
patient, curious, tolerant
laughter, birdsong, sunshine
It’s not about winning –
although that’s nice too –
it’s about following rules,
being helpful to neighbors who
can’t hear, can’t see, or can’t understand
It’s hopeful anticipation,
statring over, having a
lucky number,
lucky rabbit’s foot,
lucky socks
It’s about community and
friendships – losing but not
giving up
It’s diversion, escape,
fun
A summer night with stars
and fireflies trying to
outsparkle one another
I inhale deeply the
odor of burning logs and
sounds of singing around
the campfire transports me
to a different time when
a shy six year old spent
her first week at camp
Her mother packed matching
short sets and tennis shoes
The old brown suitcase held
everything on the ‘bring to camp’
list, towels, toothbrush, flaslight,
postcards to write home, stamps
During the days she laughed and swam,
played 4 square and sang Kumbaya
But at night when only the
crickets and owls were awake
she cried silent, homesick tears
I reach up and feel wet tracks
on my cheeks – crying for a little
girl gone away
there was a girl
who dreamed about
a bright yellow sun
a golden construction
paper circle in the
clear blue sky
a warm and friendly sun
whose rays reached out
to touch the cotton ball
clouds as they passed by
there was a girl who pressed
her nose against the rain
streaked glass and dreamed
there was a tear in her
coat pocket and
nickles
and
quarters
and
keys
fell out leaving a trail of
lost items behind
she wondered if there
might be a similar tear
in her brain trailing
names
and
dates
and
recent
memories
the pocket could be
patched but she wasn’t
so sure
about
the
brain
it was a treat that
bag of chips to
be savored
eaten over days shared
with friends but
once i heard the crinkling
paper and the tear
of the foil vessel that held
those crunchy chips once
i felt the whisper of air
as it escaped that bag
of chips
once i smelled the
potatoy saltiness of
that bag of chips
once the first chip passed
my lips i knew and
when my greasy fingers
scrapped the bottom of
that empty bag
i made a familiar treaty
with some unknow being –
never again
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