Your Lot

Come

again

to the well.

Take what you need

but go with nothing

except your water jar

and a dipper of kisses,

spilled out, as you start your journey.

Above all, don’t hazard a look back -

you may share the fate of Edith, and me…

This form is an etheree, an unrhymed syllable counting form with the following number of syllables per line: 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10.  Joy has challenged us to use this form over in the Imaginary Garden.

I'm also linking to dVerse where Karin has asked us to write about water in some form or other.  

Looking Back

Looking back…

I see a string
of stained coffee cups,
battered boxes
filled with regret
dirty sheets,
dirty laundry
broken crockery and
promises
with a thin film
of dust
covering it all

I dared
to eat the peach,
but it was mealy
and tasteless,
a sticky mess
dripping down my chin
and I…
I am left
with the pit

This poem was originally written for a creatvie challenge by the Facial Expression Poetry Group.