My mind
lost in sweet dreams
the real dispersed in clouds;
by endless imagination
I live
Day 10 [Writing 101]
Clementines, satsumas, mandarines –
one of those small round oranges,
the ones that come with Christmas.
They sit in the big white bowl
surrounding the wise pineapple
or jump over bananas.
The apples are green with envy
for they get all the attention.
Walnuts are trying to get through but
they alway fall through the cracks.
They are the rocks at the bottom of the fruit display.
Ho ho ho
~ yeah, hmm, random. I’m not much of a foodie but I do remember the excitement of Christmas when we were allowed the small orange fruit – lets call them satsumas although it might had been mandarines (does anyone know the difference?). Exotic fruit was a short supply commodity in the 80s in the communist countries, especially if you suffered from lack of money as well (which we did). And although we have embraced the advantages of free economy, up to this day I only buy satsumas at Christmas time.
[U] is for Upper Crust
Upper Crust, the saviour when
the train door closes on your drunken face,
another half an hour
waiting in the dark and rain
Saviour when you really shouldn’t be outside
or by yourself
The feeding hand that will ease your hangover
the supplier of stodge that
makes the next day little bit prettier.
Upper Crust, we (the insolent idiots who always miss the point where one more pint is a pint too much)
applaude you.
U in the A to Z challenge.
[D] is for Domestic Goddess
I stumble on mismatched pairs of shoes and hit
the coat hanger dressed in eight layers.
The army of handbags sulks in the corner
as I throw my rucksack on top of them.
I call a salad cooking
and boil water strictly for coffee.
The fridge shelters butter and ketchup.
Sometimes I buy bread.
I make the bed just to find my socks
or the notes I made the night before.
For some reason pens and papers like to play
hide and seek under the covers.
I will never be your perfect wife.
Though dust has no chance
as I can’t stand my sneezing.
I’m just saying,
don’t leave your undies around.
I hate mess.
D in the A to Z challenge
Birthday vs Valentine Day
In every present that you receive
Love and care for you is wrapped
On this day and those that follow
Very luck let be your guide,
Every step a happy one.
You are older and perhaps changed
Only to me you will remain the same,
Unforgettable friend
See the Light
Dead-end
fortified walls
shut doors
Hands tied
legs broken
eyes blinded
Don’t weep
no despair
there’s hope
Be strong
Be brave
You’re still alive
Tired
Razors cut eyes. I’m tired.
Want to write, feel wired.
Memories in head are hired
and new lives acquired.
Sleep! Not yet. Wait. Tired.
Live the dream, reality fired
mind all alive and inspired.
Body dead, sleep desired.
Bitter Taste
Bleak day dressed into black night
Wind crippling all trees in sight
Veil of rain drowning the world
Thunders drumming, brave and bold
Lightnigs chasing ghosts and shadows
Frost denying all tomorrows
Breading on my endless wrath
Acid hate boiling my heart
Die murderer! Die in Hell!
Die of fright and die in pain!
Caught and cuffed dragged through the street
Justice served – punishment to meet
Murderer’s throat choking pleads
Howling ghouls tickling his heels
Hangman shakes hands with Death
Transaction done – all went well.
Vengeance left an empty heart
What was lost I’ll never find
– I’ll never be his wife.
Eva Marasca 