Divorce
mornings came to us like presents
at sunrise
beams of light, ribbon tassles
ready to be greedily opened
anticipation
consuming a young boy's mind
as mama worked a magic spell
in the kitchen
conjuring homemade tortillas
at dawn
everything is a wonder
as a child
it must be magic daddy, mommy
but now mornings come to me like
the closing scenes
of nightmares
climbing high into the sky
dark blackened sky
then falling falling forever
no one to catch me
beams of light burn, bite
trepidation
dominating a lost boy's heart
as mama recovers from a night out
in the kitchen
drinking Folger's
unintentionally
divining black magic horrors
with the grounds at the bottom of her cup
everything is a wonder
as a child
it must be black magic
one morning daddy was there
behind a newspaper
as eggs cackled dancing on grease
and a round tortilla sending out comforting vapors
bubbled to perfection
one day he was gone -
and memory making dissapeared
mornings came to us like presents
at sunrise
beams of light, ribbon tassles
ready to be greedily opened
anticipation
consuming a young boy's mind
as mama worked a magic spell
in the kitchen
conjuring homemade tortillas
at dawn
everything is a wonder
as a child
it must be magic daddy, mommy
but now mornings come to me like
the closing scenes
of nightmares
climbing high into the sky
dark blackened sky
then falling falling forever
no one to catch me
beams of light burn, bite
trepidation
dominating a lost boy's heart
as mama recovers from a night out
in the kitchen
drinking Folger's
unintentionally
divining black magic horrors
with the grounds at the bottom of her cup
everything is a wonder
as a child
it must be black magic
one morning daddy was there
behind a newspaper
as eggs cackled dancing on grease
and a round tortilla sending out comforting vapors
bubbled to perfection
one day he was gone -
and memory making dissapeared
heloise:
Just out of interest: Are you a member of SG Writer's Guild. I was but I didn't hand in an assignment on time (a poem relating to an empty bottle of Moet and Chandon abandoned on the street). I was only a member for two weeks. Stuff em. Anyway I really like that line as eggs cackled dancing on grease (simple but very effective). I'll try to check your website again.
candylac:
nice