Hey Sis

Did you ever scream
in a silent room

trace a smile
In the gloom

exhale smoke
in frosty air

play hop scotch
fake a dare

eat fresh snow
beneath a tree

cross your heart
squat and pee?

Need to Know?

If you could

turn back time

Would you

trace the line
of my behind
in your mind

exposed?

OR

strain resigned
to define
these curvy lines

reposed?

Memory--sedoka

Dim memory waits

beneath heavy comforter
pregnant with expectations.

Locked inside old trunk
between crinkled yellowed gowns
love letters wait for reply.

 
A sedoka consists of two unrhymed three-line stanzas, each with a syllable count of 5 - 7 - 7.

Often these stanzas go at the same subject from different perspectives, but that is not a requirement

Satisfaction

Juicy green orbs
gush
sweet obsession.

Thick dark
creamy squares
produce trance.

Crunchy
hot bites
ski down
saucy slope.

Whipped cream
yields stiff
architecture.

Lemon flower
belies
zesty arrival.

Understanding the Value of Life by connied

Understanding the Value of Life by connied

Trapped

Wedged in quick sand

up to my chin

channeling fear.

Anguish

Cancer cracks façade
time looms like a guillotine
set to slice off tumor.

Doctors poke and prod
awaiting new test results
demands jug of faith.

Dad is tranquilized
Mom is a basket of nerves
Sister asks for help.

I busy my mind
picturing a good outcome
for this affliction.