The Landscape of a Body is Uneven

via Daily Prompt: Uneven

The landscape of a body is uneven  when it is stretched, like truth, over a mahogany canvas; a selfportrait under fire.

It captures the trials of mountainous playing fields and deep rooted valleys, the ripeness of Southern crop; cashed, naked,trod by deliberate shoes.

It is a crushed shield against the spray of injustice, as profilers pierce the harvest. It is a clear separation of body and spirit; a ridge between you and I; the scaffold to freedom swaying shapes of the powerless  who whisper why?

It is the aimless snapping of judgment; a sequence of frames cast in a dark room;
the underground of theories to passageways in dingy light; shipped on the still of rippled breath, wading in nebulous streams.

It is a castration of marginalized dreams that stand,
clinging to existence; abbreviated before saying goodbye.

It is the sun ascending just beyond the horizon of shadows;
flashing retribution amidst the fall of tears.
                                                 –Published in Flights Literary Magazine, 2016

Daily Prompt: Conundrum

via Daily Prompt: Conundrum

Every thought, emotion or experience is a carefully placed footstep, one uniquely grooved tread in front of the other; sometimes hiking on adventures like a maze that twists and turns or stops the way long roads can trip you up sometimes. Doors can open to inescapable conclusions resulting in your back against a wall of blank paper whispering, What now, as you detour your mind to ask how do great poets get beyond this road block. Battling against mere words that can get you nowhere, but then you begin again; to faithfully move and drive somewhere that you have not driven before. Yesterday, you were a flowing stream of abundance, but today you have to remember to always water your drought with fresh raining inspiration that will expand your own reference map. The eyes of a limitless horizon can see far beyond the scope of how small puzzle pieces should fit; far beyond the mystery of another person’s realm of opinion, but just know that there is a place, a niche or a purpose; and you have been invited to imagine both that place where you want to be and appreciate the place where you are right now. Perspectives change; and when your remarkable journey ends or arrives at a comma, you will recognize it as a welcomed starting point.