Here, our words turned hot
from sunbathing sizzle
to lobster pot boiling.
Here, outer shells were shed
as were inhibitions
Here, our friendship froze
Hearts that were unique snowflakes
Refused to be thawed
Somewhere else, the breeze brings the scent
of salt water shed because of
The lost of connections
Somewhere else, heat bakes stones
That refused to be thrown
Or made into walls
Somewhere else, curiosity trumps judgment
Words move feet
To makes space
Somewhere else a smile is welcome
Here, a smile is a privileged challenge.
This past week, my head was consumed with a political issue that turned personal (hence the lack of posts or catching up with all of you lovely writers). I think in the current state of the USA, these types of scenarios can’t be helped, especially as a woman and person of color. The white woman I was talking to said “You can’t talk about peeling back the layers of the onion if you don’t want to see what’s underneath.” I kept on telling her that I don’t mind peeling back layers, that I wouldn’t be doing that if I wasn’t curious about the layers and if I wasn’t prepared to discuss the layers. I think she didn’t like the way her layers were looking or maybe she didn’t like the smell of her part of the onion. Either way, tears were shed.
This poem incorporates Patrick’s Pic and a Word Challenge #171 – Words, Hélène’s “What do you see?” Picture Prompt ( the picture above is courtesy of her prompt), Devereaux and Beth at the Go Dog Go Cafe Tuesday Writing Prompt (use the word “somewhere” twice in a poem) and Lillian at dVerse Poetics (use the word “shed” in a poem).
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