She Worries

At sixteen she worries
her boy friend's friend
and her best friend will
break each other's hearts.
She worries her breasts
too small, her nose too big.
She worries who will die
next and when and how,
She worries her top doesn't
go with her jeans, her  dad
will  drive drunk, kill someone,
kill himself, marry a woman
who doesn't like his kids.
She worries she will fail
chemistry, blow out her knee
she won't get the solo or she will.
She worries she will disappoint.
She worries she will get hurt.
She worries she will hurt others.
At sixteen she wories.


 

Slippery

Friendship is slippery.
Got to chalk my hands,
Hold fast. I want it simple,

Tell all, share all, know all.
Doesn't work even when we try.
Words cast confusing shadows

I  only know what I hear
not all you work to tell me
even if you tell everything.

You  only see what you see
not all I'd die for you to know
even if I strip off my last mask.

Fragile and imperfect we
hold hands on the narrow bridge
over chasm of isolation.

Hold fast. It isn't simple.
Please chalk your hands.
Friendship is slippery.

I'd Rather

I'll sleep safe in my glass slipper.
Screaming through the door
can't shatter me with fairy dust
on my pillow and if you put your
hand between my legs my unicorn
will kick you and carry me away.
I'd rather turn into a pumpkin
than let you under my covers again.

This was written for the 'daydream believers' prompt Mary Mansfield gave over at Poetry Jam. I didn't expect to go to dark protective daydreams, but I did.  This one isn't autobiographical.

Mistake

When I believe I know in advance
what is significant, I look for that,
forget to observe what you do and say,
ingnore the essence of your message 
dismiss as trivial your most precious truth.

Written for Poets United Vice / Versa where the antonyms to be used are trivial/significant and observe/ignore

Demarcation

Twenty six years ago this moment,
you opened your blue eyes
looked up at me and died.
It was that simple.
You died.
I lived.
It was that simple
That moment sliced my life
clear from the future we planned,
Stranded me alone on uncharted ground.

Case for Forgiveness

I have hurt you.
You have hurt me.
It will happen again,
Only with remorse,
Only with  forgiveness,
Can human love hold.

Luxury

Lack stiffens back.
Proud masks shame
covers hurt, shuts heart..

Abundance opens.
Humble is luxury
allowed by love.

This was written for  Poets United Vice / Versa  where the antonyms to use were humble / proud & abundance / lack.