the summer heat dries the dandelions to white whiskered heads peppermint leaves scatter their fragrances across fences & empty husks lilacs and forget-me-nots are swaying to blues, bees & birdsongs my room is filled with long fingers of the sunrays & wheat grass i drink the darkness at last, slurping its cold sweet juice the moon is young flower breaking out from its silver seed with the stars & bright planets in sky my dreams are teal, my words are nectar Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - OpenlinkNight. Join us when the pub doors open by 3pm EST. Thanks for the visit.
i paint our words to be a virus our words to be a vaccine our words to be host cell our words to be N95 mask whether you are asymptomatic or symptomatic, our doorways are alike
from graffitied city streets to funeral parlors with 10 chairs let's socially distance via zoom meeting with sun- flowers stuck in our hair- sending crownlit poems from our windpipes-
i taste the skin from summer fruit the juice sticky on my lips as sliver of light glaces the room you are fixated: crystals & mirrors or is it murmurings of trees you hear pressing on & on i gulp down 2 red pills Posted for dVerse Poet Pub- Quadrille hosted by De Jackson. This is a 44 word post, with the given word, FIX. Thanks for your comments & visits.