I Didn’t Know Him

I didn’t really know him–
just a kid in my grade.
Sat next to him in a
science class one day;
made me feel like a friend–
tall, skinny with a goofy smile.

I didn’t really know him–
just a kid in my grade.
Passed him in the halls
jostling from class to class,
a huge smile on his face
always made me happy.

I didn’t really know him–
just a kid in my grade.
Guess nobody knew the
sadness behind the smile.
Friends and family all shocked
never to see that grin again.

I didn’t really know him–
just a kid in my grade.
Why am I crying so hard
for a face in the yearbook?
Now I know what lies ahead;
I am no longer immortal.

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Friday Flash 55

It’s been quite a while since I’ve found some time to write anything besides lesson plans.  Since I’m on winter break, I had to join Hedgewitch for Friday Flash 55.  Sadly, I didn’t get around to the photo shoot I wanted to do to illustrate the poem.

The Man handles
my marionette strings
directing every movement.
Meeting his expectations
–quiet, demur–a delicate
perfect working girl with
alluring ballerina grace.

Um. no. Not this WOMAN!

A fucking bad ass
Amazon warrior queen,
ripping out the
strings of bondage
to perform my own
tribal jungle dance
stomping down the Man.

Let FREEDOM ring!

Mourning Moon

Snot drizzles and drips from my
nose, partly from the cold wind
scraping her fingers across my face.
Mostly the floodgates were opened
with Mourning Moon’s mandate–
let go the painful relationship before
winter’s solstice brings darkness.
Farewells are never easy, yet
this one leaves my heart shredded,
hanging to bleed dry after the kill.

I am sharing with Hedgewitch at her blog Verse Escape for Friday Flash 55.  I know I’m late, but it’s hard to get back into the habit of writing.  I’m trying.