Single Impressions

“Single impressions”

Mine was that we were Scarlet
Macaws nibbling on the mineral-
rich clay walls in the Amazon,

entwining our single legs along
cliff basins, shredding the hard
facades we each wore with one

voice of belief. This I believed,
this I impressed upon my heart
and friends, one echo together,
two singing as one.

Until one became three,                       
a hidden nibble here and
there, two pair of entwined

legs swimming with
pink dolphins, one bedded with
painted monkeys, one fishing for

piranhas in black-water huts
while my sheets, soaked in the
sleep sweat of blood-sick, bone-
sick, home-sick, disintegrated
in the heat of secrets.

 

Written for Poetic Bloomings #65_: BETRAYAL

and Reverie 29 Naming Constellations: DIY

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Evening chores

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Prompt: An  Impression: Tuesday Tryouts at Wordgathering

 

“Evening chores”    (a Tanka)

The wind mutes no song
on warm clouds, white’s a flyin’,
I share the music
with Anna, with Blue ‘fore the
thunder churns a sapphire dusk song.

Behold! the western
enemy comes crashing at
our knees, a whipping
vengeance upon field ‘n beast.
Each man rolling up his share

of the land. Mighty
is the hand of God even
on the righteous and
the strong. On muted wind no
man can hide a silent song.

 

~J.lynn Sheridan~