Sunday Whirl & National Poetry Month

Hi all,

It's National Poetry Month, and I'm excited to write a new poem inspired by Sunday Whirl.

An Ode to Fallen Hair

You have made plans,
Split ends
Mourning, musing, mocking
My beauty
At the root.
Fuchsia comb growls
Runs its hot teeth
Through my scalp.
No heaven in this falling out.
A final farewell
To heal these tortuous acts,
The blow dryers breath,
And your foes:
Bleach, dye, and sun.

It was the summer of 99
And I thought beauty 
Were rows of thick braids
Tickling my back.
My scalp gleamed like a cornfield
Shivering, sashaying 
In one bountiful motion
When I shook my head.
But my heart bursts
The night my hair tumbles,
Cascading black tufts
In a porcelain sink.
With prayer and time,
My mother's mending fingers
Tamed the flyaway's broken song.

Dali's Rose

A rose bloomed

In that patch of blue

With love and lust imbued

Perfumed, made the sunlight blush

Levitated 

In that land of ash and dust.

Inspired by Salvador Dali's Meditative Rose

Van Gogh's Sunflowers

I will be buried

In a sea of sunflowers

I will traverse the land

While it is young

I will carry a bouquet

For your tears

As blossoms splatter

On my jacket and trousers

I will reach heaven's spire

Etch the luminous profile of God

Regalia in that summer flower's crown

Art by JK Potter

Warmer Skies

The sky was fairer

The air warmer 

For my hopes to soar

Sharing a snapshot from an October sky and hoping for warmer weather.

Happy Sky Watch!

Of Mice & Men (Haiku)

A mouse gains a friend

Iron fisted-strong as sin

Rabbit earth for men

Winter's Touch

Shiver

Down my

Bark

Winter

Cleaves

Her touch

Reigns frost

Written for Sky Watch Friday & my blogging friends.