Meeting on the Internet


Who are you?

Are you

who you

say you are?

Is your profile

a lie to

attract the gullible

or your heart’s

outpourings,

your soul

open

for all

to see?

Will you tell me

truths or

lies copied

off a website

designed for predators

cleverly disguised?

Will we dream of

touching,

mouth to mouth

passion,

bodies hungry

or perhaps

a relapse

into despair,

malaise?

Will we grow

to love

happiness

or to cynicism,

disillusionment,

a lie?

Hot Pink Toenails


The day I met Tom my toenails were hot pink.

A big mistake!

He called me the lady with the hot pink toenails.

I am not a hot pink person.

They should have been red or orange.

I am an orange person

mixed with lots of red.

 

It took me two weeks of looking

at those hot pink toenails

to paint them red.

Am I happier now?

Not really

but  I know

it is the real me,

my own toes when I look down.

 

When she painted them pink

the woman said,

“Old ladies want red toenails.”

Will I be able to look at my red toenails

even though I like them and

not think “old lady”?

Will I have to find a new color?

Probably.

Maybe orange marmelade or cinnamon spice or burnt sienna.

 

 

 

 

These toenails are painted Cajun Shrimp.

Women-2


Why

and

What

draws me

to witches

 herbal secrets

 moonlight

 ancient ruins

archaic codes.

It is the goddess blood I carry,

remembrance of a past

when women ruled

when peace reigned

and

All were healed.

Women


Women:  wondrous, wild,

daughters of the moon,

mysterious, magnificent, molten,

fierce secret keepers,

possessors of the universal key.

Lahib Jaddo painted this; it hangs in my house.  This poem was inspired by the poet, Lucille Clifton, who is the featured poet this week in my poetry class.