Free verse – Desiree S. Brown

August 2, 2022August 2, 2022

My August Childhood

The water hose hissed and, for a moment,
The faint scent of sunbaked rubber
Filled the humid air.

Water tickled small, laughing bodies
Running barefoot through lush grass
Peppered with dried needle leaves.

They take refuge behind a rundown car
With cracked windows that resembled
A spiderweb glistening in the sun.

Prompt: Poetics: Sometimes August isn’t recognized by Sanaa Rizvi (from A Dash of Sunny) on d’Verse ~ Poets Pub. Join in on the fun by posting your response to the prompt via Mr. Linky.

September 29, 2020September 30, 2020

Every Bit of Me

The following is an excerpt from my upcoming ebook, Musings from Rock Bottom. Details are below!

Every bit of me
Wants to believe we
Are real, that in
Our silences, a chord,
Silvery, binds us together.
Unseen but felt, reminding
Us that we are
Kindred souls in love
Fated to be by
God or whatever force
That put us here.

Every bit of me
Wants to believe this.
But the wounds from
Past chords prevent me.
Chords I believed were
Like ours—precious loves—
Until brutishly snatched away
Like ripping an embedded
Hangnail from a finger.

In my eyes
My wounds prove
“Love” is foolish.

Yet,

Every bit of me
Wants you to
Prove me wrong.

Credits

Photo: Three Heart Balloons by Kristina Paukshtite via Pexels.

March 18, 2020May 25, 2020

At Dark’s Maw

I use to dwell in Light
Where the angels sing.
Then you happened.
Now I stare at
Dark’s maw, predicting
What evil emerges next.

Photo by Tim Foster on Unsplash

January 18, 2020May 25, 2020

Eros’ Game

“Sir, please,” the Prey begged
At the Hunter’s feet.
“I’m still in pain from our last encounter.”

And yet Eros
Nocked another arrow.

Eros is the Greek god of Love. He’s also known as Cupid in Roman mythology.

January 17, 2020August 24, 2020

Sweet Words Dipped in Poison

Already he knows her sweetness and loving care; later on he will understand how some men so loved her, that they did dare much for her sake.
Dracula, Bram Stoker

She possessed a smile that could pierce light into the deepest parts of a man’s soul. A light he’d swear to worship for all his days until he discovered it false. But, by then, it was usually too late.

Sweet pomegranate lips
Promised love on a platter
Words dipped in poison

Written for: dVerse. I’ve long forgotten from which post, however *blush.* The prompt was to take a quote from a book, turn it on its head, and craft a haibun.

January 15, 2020May 25, 2020