Image from LATimesI scatter the debris
Of your unacknowledged
Exhalings
Dirty your hair with it
Knotting it into a nest
Of frustration
Tangling it with distrust
Batter your eyes with it
Pushing against your guardian lashes
And rubbing it in
Leaving you squinting red
Punish your lips with it
Until they are cracked
And cannot round
Into a no without bleeding
Today's NapoWrimo Prompt 17 asked us to write about one of the elements. I don't feel like this is finished yet, but it is what it is for now.
wow, loved that image of la on fire...!!! grew up in on the coast and remember the santa anas... great title too!!! sirocco
ReplyDeletewell written again Erin....thanks for sharing your words from Spokane
ReplyDeleteThanks, pieceofpie and Wayne. I spent the first 36 years of my life in Orange County, CA, and have been assaulted by the Santa Anas many times. :0)
ReplyDeleteVibrant images Erin! Yes, and totally as no criticism, but I'd agree, there's more here that yearns to speak, crackling flames! Very nice. Thank you for sharing this poem with us. ~Neil
ReplyDeleteThanks, Neil. I agree. I'll be adding more to this!
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