Thursday, April 12, 2007

NaPoWriMo, Day 12

I can't believe that I am on day 12 of NaPoWriMo. I have had a week that has no time left to linger on things. Rush, rush rush. It's the long haul until June.


You dressed in your cub scout
uniform. I stand by your side, holding my
violin case. A perfectly squared photo,
scalloped edges, our ages frozen in time.
Evidence we once were siblings.
Moments before
the photographer arrived:
One too many taunts.
Lotion squirted in retaliation.
We laughed
covered for one another
fleeing trouble.
These days, not so much
Something about never speaking
again. I want to step into
that perfectly squared photo
Grab the lotion in retaliation
Then laugh as
siblings.

This feels rough. I am tired. It needs to percolate.

3 comments:

Tammy said...

It percolated within me Jone. I just got my brother back in Nov. after 6-8yrs. I feel the place you are at here. My brother is my only sibling.

Lovely
XXOO

...deb said...

Hi Jone,

Rough? Maybe, but it has wonderful imagery and a compelling, sad story. It's a keeper.

Thanks for stopping by stoney moss. You are most welcome to the list idea from my "squandered 5th amendment" post. This NaPoWriMo is more difficult than I imagined. Happy to share any inspiration!


I picked up the counter from a fellow PT participant: Maureen at Raven's Nest, http://ravengrrl.blogspot.com/

Jane Poe (aka Deborah) said...

What an intense emotional poem, Jone ... it's amazing how relationships evolve over time. Much peace, JP