She Throws Him Out Like an Old Candy Wrapper
Needing a hug,
hunger fights for its rightful place.
Needing a hug,
no therapeutic masking drug,
nor melting caramel tongue embrace,
fills her longing, desolate space
needing a hug.
Tag Archive | space
6/24/ 2012 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Child’s Play
(From Poetic Bloomings prompt: http://poeticbloomings.com/)
Child’s Play
I have blown my share
of tiny bubbles
sending them drifting off
to space,
yet not one of them
with my breath
could live a second more.
So when God
was done mixing up
the heavens and the earth,
I hope his mother
tenderly kissed his head,
and let him lick the spoon.
5/06/2012 – Patricia A. Hawkenson’s Reflections – Twisted Sister
Twisted Sisters
Walk with a mirror
under your nose
and mushroom lights
jump up to divert you
until your feet
find the vacuum
of space and you suddenly
are afraid of the abyss
made above the stairs
and you have to peek
just to be sure
that it’s alright
to step up
when you know
you could fall
into the fathoms below
but it’s better than
the other childhood game
that lava melted your feet
until laughter succumbed you
both safe on the couch.
But it just isn’t the same
when you are alone and forty.