When winter wanes,
wends Westward, where winds
weave warmth within, weaken, wear,
we, weary, wait.
We, weary, want.
Women walk, weathered,
wide-eyed, wakeful.
Whimsical waterfowl wade,
watchful, webbed.
Wolvish weeds won’t wither,
waking wildly, wealthily.
Wanderers wander, writers write.
While wombs widen,
wardrobes wither.
Woods wax,
wrens work.
When winter wanes,
we will welcome
wildflowers.
About the Creator
t.r.h. blue
torri r.h. blue is a writer, poet, artist, photographer, and advocate. She writes poetry from West Michigan, where she lives with her wife, Alex, and their son Auden.
www.notesontheway.com
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The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
By Marti Maley6 days ago in Fiction
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Thank you so much for all your kind words, everyone!
This was wildly, wonderfully written !
wow, bravo.
Gorgeous writing style, truly deserving of the win!!
"While wombs widen, wardrobes wither." Excellent piece. Congrats on the win!
Beautiful
Absolutely beautiful job, Tori! This was a gorgeous depiction that evoked such a sense of hope for the lovely transition of seasons. Brilliant and a much deserved win!!! 💫
beautiful
Such a fun read, congrats!
Very beautiful flow of the liquid w alliteration. Are you familiar with "bob-and-wheel" form in Anglo-Saxon verification? Congratulations on your win.
Congratulations on your Win!
A gorgeous depiction of spring.
Magical, moving, magnificent
Beautifully written. I just joined vocal a few days ago I'd really appreciate if you check out my poetry as well. I've only published one poem so far.
Exquisitely done and well deserved! Congratulations on your First Place win!
You deserve it. Congrats
Especially lovely last three lines. Congratulations.
Congratulations. I liked the imagery you presented here of waiting for the spring!
Beautifully done. Congrats
Congratulations! This was deliciously elegant and delightfully earthy with a sublime flow. Well done. ❤️
What a wonderful poem! Congratulations on 1st place! Well deserved.
Normally I dislike tautograms, but this one was so great! congratulations!
Congratulations 💯💖✨🎉🎉🎉
Congratulations on 1st place. This is well done :)
Congratulations!! This is a well deserved win. :)