Picking Cotton

MEMORIES of cotton picking days

picked along with men and women

all over the South

people of all colors

fourteen footer dragged behind

filled with cotton

picked from each boll

start when you’re old enough

to hold a sack

sang in harmony

as we picked

infant scooting behind

too small to pick

“cotton on the roadside

cotton in the ditch

we all picked cotton

but we never got rich”

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photo from SMU Degolyer Library

Picking Cotton

Dawn & Dusk

 

SKY was flushed

with crimson light

lining the horizon

draws out emotions

from clouds

soon to turn dark

their departure

makes for hope

of blushing dawn

while holding on

to colors before twilight

two sides of dawn & dusk

one then the other

 

 

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dVerse prompt to write a quadrille using the word flush.

Dawn & Dusk

Hope in the Desert

I was slipping on a mossy hillside

green against my skin

ready to slide

I am lying in a forest of ferns

green against my skin

beautiful bed

I saw a rainbow in the East

green against my skin

hope in the desert

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NaPoWriMo Day #1 prompt— a self-portrait poem in metaphor— how nature and God provide

Hope in the Desert