wisp

as a green marble in summer grass,
I get lost in blades of discontent

thrift’s showy petals, once a pale
form of my kiss-ripened flesh

memories now—

eyeballs linger as blood lipids lie
in globules of gouged out grief

no warm mouth to mutter
to the dandelion’s featherweight

“blow,
blow past

this is nowhere to plant
your seed.”

© Grace Black


imageNational Poetry Month: Day 2

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(Though, I veered from the prompt today. Forgive me). 30 poems in 30 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 30 in 30.

Love and Ink,
Grace

5 Comments

  1. What a beautiful, perfect poem. Did I tell you that I’m loving your poems, image choice, and the blog layout? No? I say it now. Awesome creativity here. Keep up the wonderful job, Grace.

    1. How lovely of you to say. Thank you for noticing and perusing the site. It is my little slice of creative drabble just for me. My blog is sort of like an online scrapbook I suppose. Again thank you for taking the time to read and comment!

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