Choices


lillian the home poet

I choose flat dress shoes instead of stiletto heels.
My balance isn’t what it used to be.
I choose a romance novel or best seller.
Headlines raise my blood pressure
and I don’t want to take another pill.
I choose strolling the well-worn path.
Young people can push the boulders up hill.
I choose biting into a blushing velvet peach,
sectioning an orange takes too long.
I choose creating my own sunshine
on a cloudy rainy day.
I choose to be me.
My age, right here, right now,
with you by my side.

Written for Tuesday Poetics at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets where today Sarah asks us to consider anaphora: a rhetorical device that consists of repeating a sequence of words at the beginnings of neighboring clauses, thereby lending emphasis. She gives us a list of verbs to choose from for the word we’d like to repeat…

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Qui Vive


C|PHER

qui vive

– Who wishes to die before blowing out their candles?
Life is easy. Grapes need crushing, take off the sandals.
Make your own path, route it. Show the map a way out.
One price is paid twice. No one can soothe ones doubt.

The Priest has (no peace). The Pastor is ‘another sheep’.
The deep can keep the golden star. Please, let me sleep.
Soon, I fail. The day gets dark and a moon hides its hail.
Heavy breathing; I’m Mufasa telling Scar: “I’m slipping”.

Whichever way is forward, everyone is on the opposite.
The directions are in braille; so preconceptions are late.
We remain rivals! Dear Mother, stop translating Bibles.
I live wiser; on the qui vive. My Father did not leave me.

© R|CARDO.

— Ricardo Sexton

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