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church attic burned out
shotgun blast shattered window pane
squatter tags
why would anyone choose to live here?

cracks in the floor
concrete rubble
asbestos dust
bare floors

you could live here
thrown out unwanted
high on fill in the blank
no money no food no family no meds
gay transgender young old straight alone selling
whatever you can to bed down
in this homeless house of god
where is the community
that serves you?

-Roberta Rahmer

The above poem is based upon this photo
from the prompt at RWP.


Wordle: Read Write Poem prompt 105

My anti war poem

The moon curled
back behind the trees
a slim shell moved
under the radar

Cooled wind of neglect
traced empty husks
man made meteors hit the ground
& moved into abiding tissue

Your heart pierced by precious metal
stars bleed out overhead
I telephone home where the world is now safer
and say nothing.

Image above created by: Images of Worldes


gentle plump
pink tissue
surrounded by
savory juice
of her salty sea.

your tongue, clumsy
seeks out the
pearl within.