Going down in Flames (Day 25)

Her hardest hue to hold—
Bubblegum innocence
Now a sour  sangria,
From violated vines.

 

She once was dewy fern
Unfurled fronds, helical,
Harboring hope and joy,
Now, jaded with envy.

 

Long ago lapped lapis
With gloved-Tiffany-touch;
Today, tired and tainted
Aged and aegean .

 

Once a tawny tiger—
Delightful Dreamsicle—
Sunsetting sandstone o’er
Her insecurities.

 

NaPoWriMo prompt for May 25 — “Write a poem that begins with a line from a another poem (not necessarily the first one), but then goes elsewhere with it. This will work best if you just start with a line of poetry you remember, but without looking up the whole original poem.”

 

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Rain Is Purple – R.I.P.

Prince,
Rest in peace
Purple rain

R.I.P
Rip
Ripe
Ripen
Pence
Inspire
Piece nest
Ice lune
Price spare
Pain plan
Lunar pep
Rap spine
Sprain lips
Spur plea

Plea sure
Pleasure
Sure Please
Press ace
Arise in place
Ripen rules
Air Please
Sure tear
It is pain
Purple rain

C’est peine

Rest In Peace, Prince

Rain Is Purple, R.I.P.

Book Reviews – in verse

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The Boy in the Black Suit by Jason Reynolds (Double Tetractys)

Matt,

Grieving—

Missing mom,

Worried ’bout dad—

Finds employment and wisdom while working

For Mister Ray at his funeral home.

Mourning, truth, and

Friendship bring

Healing

Hope.