God Stole Pink From the Sky Today

When I heard the news
You’re gone forever,
Sister, I stared into space
Shocked and in pain.
 
“God stole pink from the sky today,”
Is all I could think to say.
Your favorite lipstick color
Imprinted on my brain.
 
You used to say “Get on your broom
And fly over to see me.”
We’d laugh at our absurdity.
 
It’s true I looked to you
For comfort of your familiar face.
Maybe we didn’t always agree
But we turned to each other in times of misery.
 
Maternal losses only sisters comprehend.
The gravity of life, the frustration of not being heard
Again and again.
 
Your laugh always preceded you
Announcing your arrival in any place.
“Deb’s here,” we’d say—“the party can begin.”
 
Know that you are impossible to forget
The twinkle of laughter, the cry of your tears.
We went through this life together
Like a spiral still connected
In those empty spaces
Turned into years.

 God stole pink from the sky today
But soon I will see you in each and every sunset.
Raspberry-red wine, cloudy and glowing
Mirrors your memory
Forever in mine.
-LT-

My deep condolences go out from my heart, to my two nephews and one niece, in addition to three grand-nieces and one grand-nephew.

It’s time for Colleen’s photo prompt poetry challenge. I actually got to choose the photo for this challenge. I’m excited to see what everyone has written.

I’m once again joining the word witch, Colleen Chesebro, weekly poetry challenge, #photoprompt. I came up with three different Haikus for this photo as I played with words. Here is my favorite that turned into a #Senryu.

A little season of love for you. I wrote this one last summer. At that time I wasn’t sharing my poetry but today seems like a perfect day to share this one…

I’m joining in Sue Vincent’s #writephoto challenge today. It’s all about dreams…

Purple and Green

Always in bloom

Her dreams took her

To faraway places

She hadn’t been before

A path that beckoned

Colors to entice her through

Darkest of days

Purple and green

And greys in between

Her dream as vivid as the

Lilac in late spring

-LT 7/2/20

Want to join in? Write up your own little poem and link back to Sue’s post.

I’m sharing a poem with you today. I wonder, can you relate? As much of my life lessons have taught me about valuing material goods over love and health, I don’t believe I’ve expressed it as well as with this verse.

Whoever “she” is has taught me, too.

#WritePhoto is a writing prompt created by Sue of Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo . Sue has chosen this image with the word prompt ‘paint’. You can write poetry (free style), essay or a story using the image or the word. I’ve chosen the image.

His True Love
 
Ash blew into his eye
As he scattered her
From the bridge
Into the Creek below
 
Lily pads will surround her
And gracious trees will soothe her
Just as she had asked
 
To rest her burned bones
Beneath the red bridge
Where they first kissed
 
He wiped his wet cheek
With his shirt sleeve
Dusted his true love
From his jeans
 
Thank you, my Love, he whispered
As he replaced the lid of the urn
Closing his eyes
For a final goodbye
 
He turned to leave
The bridge swayed
And the wind carried her scent
 Of lavender back to him

If you’d like to join in check out Sue’s page here.

Sharing a poem with you today. Dark self or someone real? You decide.

SHE DRESSED IN BLACK

She dressed in black
The scar on her cheek
Was from an unknown attack.

She laughed at my
Pastel-colored shirt.
Her baby talk and tattoos
Incongruent with her smirk.

As she lit her cigarette
She asked me why
I was so naïve.

To think I could
Break away
From this
Structure that was
Destined to me.

"Besides," she asked
"Could you live without
The luxury you’ve known?"

She said, "Give me a call
When you’re ready
To go."

Then she kicked at a stone
With her Doc Marten toe.
Her laughter fell flat
On the side of the road.

Her sarcasm
Crawled beneath my skin
And lingered...
Daring me to begin.

image source: Photo by Abdiel Ibarra on Unsplash

Sharing…a poem for you today in honor of Earth Day. Not a pretty picture but a reality we see daily.

My challenge response to Colleen Chesebro’s #Tanka Tuesday poetry challenge; synonyms only. The two words colleen has given for the challenge are fancy and idea. Without using the words but using only their synonyms, I have written a Tanka poem:

One Bite

I had a notion
To cook a grandiose meal
For my ex-lover
One bite of lace-like latkes and
He would aim to undress me

-LT

Feel free to join in the challenge. Have fun with words.

Have you ever cooked for someone with the idea of seduction?