But here are my poems for the week.
The prompt was about lies--white lies like "How are you?" "Fine, thank you."
So this first poem is about which is: to lie or go along with a friend's delusion
The Angel
She holds her
angel with newborn care
Feeding her
spoons of applesauce.The food dribbles down Angel’s chin.
“Look. She has two new teeth.”
Two perfectly shaped teeth
Peek over the bottom lip.
She needs something to cherish
And protect and live for.
Living flesh or plastic doesn’t matter
And she has changed her tune.
“I know Angel is a doll.”
She tucks the baby in a blanket.
“I’m not stupid.”
Only confused.
Darlene Franklin ©2014
Please Tell Me
I’m Not a Bad Mother
His arrest, stomping my heart
Mental illness coiled ‘round
My girl, squeezing joy
‘Til she gave in
To despair
Bad, bad
Mom
Good?
Nonsense
ImpossibleDidn’t you hear?
Her heavenly song
He reads God’s word all day
I’m proud to claim him—surprise
He’s proud too. Mistakes? Too many
But in God’s rule, He rewrites the past
Darlene Franklin ©2014
Form: Quintella
TO HEROES
I run from gunshots ev’ry time
A fire shoots sparks, and I draw back
Those few who answer the attack
Go to not from that scary clime
From all deserve respect sublime
Imago Dei
In hands You made I feel the rain
My eyes search far across the plain A single whiff smells stormy night
Go, taste the drops before they gain
Ears hear the roll of thunder’s fright
Darlene Franklin ©2014
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