She looks over my shoulder
that sister, born dying –
whom I mocked, cajoled
and judged so harshly
She breathes down my neck
that sister, I despised
for her sin, and mistakes
how she always abandoned me
She taunts me constantly
ridicules my failing ways
her thoughts poisoned darts
attack me at my core
My eyes are opening,
compassion too late
“Karma bites”, her ghost
hisses as illness seeps in.
(For Reena’s Xploration Challenge: karma bites. Image my own)
Brother, angel
me, a slow cat growl,
he, an ocean blue seer,
a son of blushing peace
me, the wilder,
would bleed self velvet
dazzle you cake cool
long not for desire,
die by concrete crap
forgive from belly.
(Another poem inspired by the Oracle. Try it out.)
The Boondocks,
my sisters told me,
was not a desirable
place to be –
‘cool’ being the theme
of our generation –
the line between
what was ‘in’
and what was not,
seemed fragile
to my imagination,
mind climbing
to copious possibilities
constantly slammed
by uptight, in-the-know
older siblings
Is it any wonder
that I never belonged,
the line of inclusion
always just out of reach?
Grew fond of
tucked away
spaces –
isolation
Adapted to
the “boonies” –
more refuge
than exile.
(Poem is brought to you by the inspirational prompting of Ragtag Community (copious), Daily Addictions (theme), Fandango’s (fragile), and Manic Mondays 3 Way prompt (Boondocks).
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