stunned (and/or)
like the bird
bouncing off
the top studio window
or the tree
bent broken fallen
from harsh storm
and
the grandmother
hearing news
of World War III
or the 12-year-old girl
standing cold
in a dress
called provocative
in a country
still reeling
from impossible
truths
100 days
is a phrase
with no rhyme
or right
reason
.
.
.
April 30th, 2017 at 9:49 am
What a fabulous end to a great series this month!
April 30th, 2017 at 1:54 pm
Yes! This poem speaks to me on many levels! So grateful for your thoughts and poems!
April 30th, 2017 at 6:09 pm
whatever 100 days I feared, this reality has been worse.
evocative pen. my 18 year old senior had prom last night. there was a dress code… for the girls. but not for the boys. pix and everything. stupid, sexist, and clearly more about the leering fathers and prudish mothers, than the kids themselves, who *know* whats underneath.
a good month of pens, Jo. Cheers ~
May 1st, 2017 at 12:38 am
A very strong write and one I know will strike home with many.