Sunday, October 16, 2011

Harvest Poems

(written for the Poetic Bloomings prompt "Reaping a Harvest")

I Am Not a Farmer


I wanted to eat a carrot
I planted a seed.
Unfortunately all that grew
was a disgusting, inedible weed.



Harvesting Muse

Ideas accumulate
pile in my brain
and wait

for the just right time
to be plucked out
and flow

through my fingers
and onto the
page.

Of course,
those are on
the good days

when my muse
decides to
harvest.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Disguises Lies with Truth

(written for Poetic Asides prompt "Disguises"


He disguises
lies with truth,
twisting words,
aiming where
she’s insecure.


His boldness
baffles.
His confidence
distracts.


Turning it
around.
It’s not him
it’s her.


Her truth
must be lies
formed inside
her damaged mind.

Her past

makes her paranoid
he claims.


Is she crazy?
She frets.


But soon lies
spill out.
Illuminating

the truth

in her

doubt.


His disguise
slips down.