How simple time can be
A dry slice of life
The world lies beyond sunrise
The only sunrise known
Wholesome backdrops
Wet sheets thrown across a sinking brown rope
Thrust and bound between two solid oaks
A bed made
Chenille
Children run like uncaged birds
Evening calls them home
Insects flitter about the globe that shields the yellow porch light
Crickets sing
Slow radio songs
Melodic serenade aross the meadow
Not many come down this road
People do not shout
They pray
Doors are not locked
Televisions, most are black and white
Game shows break the quiet
Commercials with new cars
Accompany aproned lives
Flies land on red cubes of meat
Beef chunks crackle in lard
Carrots, potatoes and onions doused with pellets of salt
Steamy, starched sheets, bleached and stiff hang
Precisely spaced metal hangers
Formica table covered with decorative vinyl
Dotted with mushroms and toads
Awaits the days end
Steel, velvet skies emerge
Biscuits, carefully pressed with an old jar
Served with melted butter
Piled high on a dime store platter
A seductive invite spreads across the kitchen
Old truck idles, mail is fetched
Home
Drawing in heavy sighs
A reflection
Family life met head on
Night fades
Sun pours through dusty venetion blinds
Lazy, lustful Saturday morning
Followed by thick coffee brewing.
Trauma Carnival
I have unpopular opinions on one of my old favorites, The L Word. First is: Jenny is my favorite character. Second: The show was originally about Jenny, her trauma, her broken identity and the way her sexuality was explored as an awakening that brought up many memories of childhood abuse.
By Melissa Ingoldsby5 days ago in Art
Comments (5)
The imagery is amazing here.
such a regimental depiction of the sweets and sours of life, great writing 😊😊
Great job! Keep up the fantastic work
Beautifully written and so evocative! I love it, Rock 💕🙂
I can see that no matter where we live our days play out almost the same. Images may differ, but human wants and needs are basically mirror images of each other. This was so well said and beautifully written.