Scalped by the Sun
Grandfather Sun rose
strode in through
the glass paneled
front door
bounced off the back windows
setting lace curtains on fire
imploded to a quiet simmer
all day
till night
when It bombarded my closed eyes
leaped into my drum
carved a circle on top of my head
lifted my scalp
and said
Will you be my Priest?
sharonblessum
It's an honor to live in your writing studio
ReplyDeleteDear Gama,
ReplyDeleteI read your website and i was wandering if you could write a poam for me please!!!P.S. I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Sydney
Grandmother Moon
ReplyDelete(who can be found in the deep blue
of the evening sky)
dissolves bright white
into a pool of cool water
nestled in her midst.
Beloved One, she waits for you
and Grandfather Sun
on the other side of the day,
gourd dipper in hand.
- Laura