6.16.2019

Ponytales


My hair holds stories
tied back loosely
against the chaos
of letting it down
each strand
carrying its own lie
just barely contained

6.08.2019

Mud & Guts


Dead
doe
moments
earlier
scouting for babies
reduced to side-of-the-road mud
& how it all changes for fawns
       watching from the woods


For Just One Word in the Imaginary Garden: MUDDY

6.02.2019

Behind Blue


True
seems useless
musing on blue
when moon and rain
bend the riverway
as she sways
I have mused
on these truths

Now tree
swallows riot
rose bramble
behind fences

And so it seems
out of tune
to go on musing
blue moon truths
the riverway as
she bends and sways
and rain and rain
and rain


For Margaret’s COLOR prompt in the Imaginary Garden