Bittersweet

Fireblossom challenged us to write a poem about loss.  This one came fast n' furious in  and I went with it.  I lost my first child and gave birth to disease.  I became Type 1 diabetic, during my first pregnancy.    I needed to face it, so I was told.   When they tell you-you are diabetic they give you an orange and a syringe to practice on.  I took care of myself and ended up having two healthy children-my life is sweet most days~

 ***Becky Luigart-Stayner 

 

BITTERSWEET

Face it freak

seaweed sticks, an orange, a syringue

gave birth to disease

lost dreams

sucked out my 

S

o

u

l

People fear me

prick, poke and stick

my riddles

UniqUe

babies cry 

I curl into fetal position

I'll never know her

how will I cope?

parties suck

celebratory display

paraded on a paper plate

orgasmic sounds

mmmmh, strawberry

oooooh, chocolate

so goooooooood

lit by candles

you watch

like a clone

my dark black curtain falls 

I ride riddles like waves

why?

break out in a showered sweat

my new world

not pink and pretty

clinical and filled

with prick,poke, stick

no cure

all ifs

my world tilted flooded with 

bitter blood orange memories

 salt flows inside n' out

cope-everyone says

cope

not hope

lost my pretty, pink girl

my sweet cherub

lost my

h

o

p

e

© Ellen Wilson

Fireblossom's Friday: Location, Location, Location

Wow, these seats remind me of an old movie theater!  It looks like the outdoors has moved in.    Fireblossom challenged us with a location poem. She asked us to make sure that the "where" of the poem is a vital part of it.

Tarnished silver screen

faded torn portal

 tumble weeds, ivy and wind strewn leaves blown in

stars not center stage

look up-

heavenly attractions wink

as life portrays art

stranger than fiction 

tickets to a dream, adventure, horror 

or another world

some moments

Gone with the Wind

moon beams at High Noon

Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind

Main feature at dark  barn owl

joins you and the mice scurry n' scamper

when the rain cleanses your spirit 

and the Splendor really is In The Grass

The balcony isn't closed just not as Majestic

memory paints another view

You have to be Brave

 in

Dark Shadows

The Sound of Music can haunt or be like

 Little Miss Sunshine 

remember

 It's A Wonderful life

in the Twilight Zone

 

© Ellen Wilson

 

Get a Clue

Over in the Garden, Karin gave us a GET LISTED challenge!  I do hope I don't offend anyone-it was not my intention.   I didn't rhyme, but I enjoyed writing in a different tone-way different! 

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Tang arrives from my typed font

 I taste the lingering inventory fashioned from her tongue

malingers raise the room's temperature

one's habit braises questions

of skill set and happenstance

Dappled drops of lime and torn leaves of mint

shredded on the Conservatory floor or is it Catnip?

as the spirits dance

platters of disappoint are being served in the Dining Room

down the Hall

a stew of opulent depression lingers

I wander into Ballroom (Gatsby would dearly frown...)

and see Mr. Green

He and Peacock have

proud pinched smiles

as Crass raises a glass

a toast: "to shucked dreams"

towards Kitchen door he raises his glass

Frankly Scarlett I do give a damn....

smirks my honey, Colonel Mustard

"Colonel Sanders would serve a more pleasurable meal

seasoned with sass!"  He yells

Pressure cooked in this simmering brine

I find my way onto the Veranda

and hear a blood curling scream

sounds feline

coming from the wine cellar 

Look there is an envelope

on the stairs photos tumbled downward

face side up

Parker Brothers says they will sue me

if I print this...

 saucy Mrs. White did it in the Study with ____________ and they used a rope

to be continued....

In the dark shadows Christian Grey keeps typing....

                                                                © Ellen Wilson