Love: The Thing We Sometimes Forget To Do
Month: June 2018
June Visual Verse Prompt: Milk & Honey
This month’s Visual Verse prompt is an interesting one. I thought it a great opportunity to do a bit of flash fiction for this image. It’s an intriguing image and the subject appears at peace–serene. The first thing that came to my mind is a cleansing, how something is purged or can be purged from our system, our hearts, and our minds. Below, you will find a snippet of my contribution for this month and then, a link to the piece in its entirety.
As always, thank you for reading.
Milk & Honey
The cool blend of milk and honey wrapped itself around her. This would be a cleansing, a release of the heartache that plagued her for weeks. She never thought she would have to say goodbye to a love that lasted longer than her dream of love. Three years… Three sacred years that she will never get back, gone — forever.
As she stood still, every pore of her body welcomed the cleanse and pulsed with sensation. She thought of his touch, his breath, his hands pressed onto her spine. He was all over her: in her bedroom and her walls. He had taken over everything she knew.
Many thanks to Visual Verse and to all of you for stopping by. The rest of the entry is here: Milk & Honey.
Church At Home
Lazily
Seated at my desk
Engrossed in the
Word
The internet dies
A live feed
No longer lives
I tithe anyway
Tithes & Offerings
Finding Peace With My Father
I am not searching
For my kin
Men give me hives
And women drive me crazy
You wanted me
Settled by now —
Baby hipped, bare feet
No cause for
Questions
But, I am full of
Questions
All needing answers.
I hold back.
Every year, I chicken out.
Clucked by the best, my
Demons fester and you
Pop up when I
Am trying to understand
Where to go from here.
The path I have taken
Only leads me to
The same circle I have
Met for 25 years,
Incomplete.
I step out of the circle,
Refusing its enclosure,
I draw a line.
You cannot cross it.
My heart blocks
The pain of a
Lost child begging to
Be understood, wanting
To be heard in the
Noisy body of
Cheerful congregations.
They pass
Our family secrets around
In the collection plate.
One drops a 20.
He needs change.
He knows our story
From front to back,
I do not sit next to him.
Each secret floats, heavy
Like coins, clinging
To musty bills,
Testimonies are next.
You say, “I have a confession
To make. I love my children.
I would die without them.
I could die without them.
Nothing has changed.”
You are happy.
Beaming, proud Daddy
Wishing to knee-us-up
And bounce us until
We lose ourselves.
I see your happiness.
I reach into my clutch
As the plate comes around,
Pull out a smile
And I tell my neighbor,
“Pass it along.”
Originally published on June 18, 2017, via Medium. Happy Father’s Day!
stay
There’s a peacefulness and realization in this piece of micropoetry that is both relative and full of wisdom. Ladies and gentlemen, do visit Magarisa and be carried away by power punches in few words regularly.
Peace and blessings.
I’m staying
to savour
sharing space
and courtesies
with a stranger
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Forgetting You
Inked my skin today
For the third time
Thought about what
You would say–
Sun kissing moon
Stars as voyeurs
Who else would join
In on the fun
We are not having?
A Cornered Gurl 
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