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