Now That You Are Gone

oh how I wanted to be wanted

so meek and small, so timid a child

my arid voice whipped in the wind


Only now, I drag you through muck

slick you down

and leave you wanting


I stamp my feet with alarm!

ho ho, who is this?

a mighty giant has awakened


My guts spew out

all the yes ma’ams and no ma’ams

no longer leave me shaking


Only now, with you reduced to ashes

does my voice quake with lava

destroying everything I built up against you


I’ve never felt so free

I’ve never felt so lost and alone

Oh to be meek and small

just to have you back again

An Exercise in Imagery

Prompt: Color Personified


The House of My Childhood Wept

The house of my childhood wept —
inside, blue tears ran down paneled walls
a precise pool converged on sofa and chairs
All blue — smokey skies adorned the floor
down the hallway and up the stairs

Momma sat in her blue room
overcome by it —
loneliness bathed her in periwinkle
she inhaled and exhaled
breathing in the saltiness of Navy

One day Alice blue came to visit
and stayed —
she was subtle, barely noticeable
this house so blue
And she slithered down Momma’s body
settling between her toes

Momma was engulfed in blue
Alice whispered, just let go
With Momma’s last breath, Alice lingered upon her lips
And the house of my childhood wept

© 2013 Lori Carlson