Appeal

The sun allergic woman
Shudders
At 40 days in the desert
Appeals
Humbly for a more pigmentally appropriate
Penance
The sun allergic woman
Stands
Ankle deep in mud and dirty ice
Points
To the slow, thick thaw and
Asks
That it be enough

Tangle

For only two weeks
my hair
matches
the leaves you shake
up there
so I want to join you,
tangle
in your sharp branches
and swing
until it all falls
inevitably down
Will you float? Will I thud?
I don’t care
what happens after
to your leaves
or my hair

Why I Love my Mom

She’s the one who loves
to watch my forty-one-year-
old freckled face sleep

Where they come from

Flecks of rust flake from my
Red hair, like pigment dandruff, and sprinkle my face while I am sleeping.
Evidence of my unfinished business or
Cancelled wishes?
Kisses from angels, my mother said, a
Lovely sentiment to be sure but
Even that seems insufficient explanation, I need
Some grander theory of origination.

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt from readwritepoem asked us to write an acrostic, which I have not done since I was a kid! As you see, I still have freckled on the brain (an on my face).

Freckled Woman

A freckled woman
Must make friends with her mirror
And learn not to count

A freckled woman
Lives at the intersection
Of cute and blemished

A freckled woman
Is queen of those persistent,
Rare, recessive genes

A freckled woman
Warily regards the sun
And hopes for détente

A freckled woman
Knows there’s really no such thing
As a blank canvas

A freckled woman
Pities the timidly smooth,
The always airbrushed

A freckled woman
Can’t help but put it out there
And hope for the best

Today's NaPoWriMo prompt from readwritepoem asked us to write about the idea of perfection or imperfection. When I thought imperfection, I thought freckles!

Redheaded Solidarity-A Haiku

I'm on Team Conan!

Funny, smart, pale-faced

redheads should be cherished, right?

Who's with me, people?