Garden Wounds

When plants fight back

leave a wound on finger

twig in the eye

scrap of the blackberry vine

stain of the grass

bitter taste

of the forgotten lettuce

renegade limbs

blocking my path

thought that they could

keep me away

wound up as compost

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dVerse prompt to use the homograph wound in a quadrille

Garden Wounds

Skyline

Blue is the color of the sky

or the water when it runs clean enough

there is a line called the horizon

that when seen from mid ocean

becomes a circle

not 360 degrees of separation

rather a binding look at a whole world

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dVerse quadrille prompt on sky

Skyline

Beach Hikes

Beach hikes are the best because there is no elevation. I can walk for miles, barefooted, sand between my toes and shells strewn along the way. Waves repeating melody cancels the cares of the world, healing power of sound and saltwater.

Except in some beaches of Portugal where the hike to the small beach among rugged cliffs is near impossible. A road leads down, the surf pounds and beware of being pulled under.

In Crete the road winds along sharp curves, narrow, sometimes one lane, for miles going down until finally, there is an expanse of beach, pink sand and clear water.

in any season

this offering to the land

brought by the sea

Beach Hikes

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

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