Micropoetry Monday: Communications

Payphone

She drew pictures in the air,
her eyes conveying the depth,
her body language, the tone.
There wasn’t one voice in the world who could drown out hers.

Her shyness had matured to introvertedness,
& she saw her ability to listen rather than speak
become more appreciated by those who loved to hear themselves.

As a primary speaker of ASL,
she was deaf to his intelligence;
as a primary reader of Braille,
he was blind to her beauty.
She was deaf to his intelligence,
not to his music;
he was blind to her beauty,
not to her art.

It was the text that ended it all,
for had it been face-to-face,
what would have been typed
might have never been said at all.

She told him how she felt
in a 1000 poetic ways–
through the third-person
who was the funhouse mirror
of herself.

#Micropoetry Monday: Perfect Sense

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She beaded in Braille.
Her body language needed no translator,
her facial expressions expressive,
her tone not deaf.

Negative space: the absence of color,
the breaks in paragraphs that ease the eyes,
the hue that brightens only to show more that is not.
It is white.

The children entered the magical garden,
with its sacred spaces
& secret places.
It was where they went to nurture,
in nature,
the senses that glowing screens could not
provide.

He tasted the nourishment of her melons,
she smelled the spice that was his essence,
he touched the deepest part of her lily,
she heard the words drawn from her depths,
& blindly, they found the sacred sensual.

She took inspiration from their expiration,
internalizing their words,
externalizing the actions those words provoked.

Writer’s Digest Wednesday Poetry Prompt #364; Theme: Let the Good Times Roll

Every Wednesday, upon waking, I check the Writer’s Digest website for the prompt so I can have all day to brainstorm.  This morning, I simply asked my three-year-old daughter, “So, what do you think about ‘letting the good times roll’?”, and she said, “Play-doh!”, so that’s how I came up with this.

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 Play-Doh Fun

A good time is all rolled up
in variety of color and cup—
purple spaghetti with orange meatballs,
kangaroo crackers,
and stickies for the wall;

blueberries that are red,
raspberries that are blue,
cookie cutters that are borrowed,
and peas like pearls in a queue;

elephants with cattails,
horses with ponytails,
and fork work like inverted Braille;

neon green hamburgers and hot pink hotdogs
reshaped into swirly planets with rings,
and stripes mixed with polka dots;

shapeless shapes,
smileys from pencil pokes,
and handprints stained with newsprint;

bows for Minnie Mouse,
plugs for her ears,
and beanbag chairs for the dollhouse;

more bows for Minnie,
something for the bellybutton,
and toes with royal jelly for din-dinny;

it’s all in fun,
only to be stretched and folded,
and put away again.

http://www.writersdigest.com/whats-new/wednesday-poetry-prompts-364