Rainbow Locks

 

Numb view

cars crawl

tie-dye braid

her only sinew.

Pointless boys

peach and prattle:

smooth myths,

ancient battles.

She prefers texture

tumbleweed thoughts,

and ivy inklings —

but mostly the

rainbow locks

keep her steady.

This was written for Shawna’s Midweek Melting at http://www.rosemarymint.org!  The photo was from her site as well (though it originates from weheartit.com)!  

Potpourri Path

 

Senescence begins the day you are born —

though youth may eclipse it

with a potpourri path

kaleidoscopic and gleaming

like freshly cut kiwi.

You may seem to blaze every forward —

yet each year is but a slight caracol

toward the savage and rusty road of dependence —

Retaining full control of mind or body becoming

an uphill trek with each passing milestone.

The cure, the most potent balm being

the tickle of skin on skin,

a hand in your hand —

the tingle of love

and a dose of what is true.

This is a response to Shawna’s Melting Monday prompt at http://www.rosemarymint.wordpress.com and is also at Diverse Poets’ Pub at http://www.dversepoets.com!