River Market Saturdays

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Day 4 (write in a new place)


River Market Saturdays

Before the sun rises
produce heavy trucks descend
dues paid for the space
banked on first row ambitions.
Tables groan with the burden
heirloom tomatoes,
pumpkins tiny and small,
careful — don’t to trip over the large ones
placed precariously near your feet.
Buy a baseball bat shaped zucchini
that hid in the patch, it’s perfect for bread.

The sweet scent of kettle corn teases
ideas of breakfast and the inner child begs.
Sprigs of lavender hang from a corner stall
the bouquet draws the passerby.
Chatter distorted by space
buyers lean in to negotiate.

A heavy chill rushes clothes too thin
leafs only starting to turn.
A saxophone pleads a blue-jazz tune
that does not fit with dawn but sounds
of love, of home, of each one of us
that walk this treasured market
in the early light of fall.


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I’m playing catch up now.
Day 3 of 31p31d (Prompt: pick a trending story and write about it, or just write about trends in general.)


Tickers read of actors
that will work nude for a price;
the famous have babies;
Republicans are people too;
and a baseball underdog
is on a winning streak.

Within the ebola outbreaks
Hong Kong’s unrest
and the anguish
that did not make the day’s list.
It seems what’s really trending
is un-tweeted, un-liked,
undying — hope.

Never Mind

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Never Mind

It’s not for us.
It’s for others
that costumed game.
We can listen to “Canon in D”
anytime, we own the cd.

We will wait
for Someday
when all can play the aisle game.
Besides white is not
our color.

When a lifetime could be spent
in the sparkle of your eyes
why care about bling
on on a finger that doesn’t even point.

Priest written vows sworn
in front of family and friends
and a heap of people we don’t know.
Please, what can be more powerful
than the poetry we write
in love’s floodlight.

It’s just paper with a seal
proof of what we already know is real.
After all these years, choice vetoed,
what difference would it make?
Never mind, lets elope!

A Kiss

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A Kiss

Tender lips
wet with blueberry gloss
wide with innocence
laughing at what I just said.
“Do it then” you dared.
Defiant lips glistening
now a hard pressed line.
In a blushing rush
I gave you my first kiss.

Well I’m doing it again. I Just finished up the last poetry challenge by turning it into She Too and now I am doing another poetry challenge. This one is 31p31d hosted by John Hewitt author of the blog Poewar/Writer’s Resource Center and the poetry book Extended Stay.

The prompt today was to write a poem about something you gave away as a child.

Thank you for joining me on this poetic journey of decanting my soul.