Category: Poetry

the perfect day to be laid out on the grass

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still|Photo by Tremaine L. Loadholt
look at that little heart
painted carefully on an
inanimate object . . .
I bet it doesn’t know
how to handle all that
blood pumping in one place
begging to get out.

do you think it wants to
trade with us?
does it feel?
will it be loyal?
could it break hearts?

look at it,
isn’t it the perfect day
to be laid out on the grass
waiting for someone to
come along and
rip that pumping muscle
clean from its chest?

maybe it’ll get up
before it’s too late.
it looks smarter
than we could ever be.

the artist remembers being unknown

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Nude woman sketch drawing by Lavi Perchik via Unsplash

a reflective poem

the artist —
he sketches women
who won’t look at him.
I watch him create worlds
with charcoal and the
press of his fingers.

I buy his art
the next day in a Mom and Pop
art boutique around the corner.
I tell the shop owner,
“I used to know him,”
that was a long time ago.

he blows dust from
the pages, the artist —
sketching women
who won’t look at him.

“I used to know him,”
but I don’t anymore.

Originally published in Intimately Intricate via Medium.

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the sky holds your beauty in its eyes

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Morning Sky#1: Photo by Tremaine L. Loadholt

I cup the warmth of you

in my hands–
kiss your eyelids
hold you close to my
breastbone, breathe in
shea butter and honey.

All the while, the sky
wants me to share
your goodness,
to give you over to it–
and at that moment,
I am selfish.

I want to mark you with
my lips, turn you over
to the local authorities,
and imprison you for
fatal attraction.

Buried in your eyes
are my thoughts of a
new day. The gift of connection is
skating on your shoulders.
We inhale a purple sunrise
and the sky . . .

It waits patiently, holding
your beauty in its eyes.
I open mine and can

only see you.

stepping out into the unknown

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3 Lunes

casually, I leap
forward with
my heart in my hands

this new wave of growth
sharpens my
life’s abilities

I am shifting time
and bracing
for the great unknown.

Author’s Note: I am making a few changes that will allow me to operate soon as an entrepreneur in the world of writing. Each step is a cautious one where I am riddled with fear, but I am moving forward anyway. In the next few months, there will be several announcements to the growth of A Cornered Gurl and also regarding my work as a writer. Thank you for your presence here.