I am the twin of light,
born from the sun’s warm embrace.
Stars emerge quietly,
from the labor of hands,
carving history into the sky,
each blister a tale yet to be shared.
Categories:
blisters, stars, sun,
Form: Free verse
11-year-old farm hands
David J Walker
What do the city kids do
In the summer
We
The 11-year-old farmhands
Don’t know
All we know is
Which end of the hoe
Goes into the hard ground
And which end will blister
Our hands
Categories:
blisters, farm,
Form: Rhyme
roses and champagne
crimson petals sparkling rain
carpet burns insane
By
David Kavanagh
Categories:
blisters, allusion, lust, valentines day,
Form: Senryu
In the late 1960’s, Granny washed dishes
By hand – no dishwasher for her;
Though she often had her daughter wash
Who was 10 years older than I was
Who I followed every waking hour
Who I loved as only a sister is loved
Who I would always, to this day, admire
She was the one who taught me everything –
To dream, to paint, to dance, to pray
She was the courageous, outgoing, fireball
I was quiet and shy, a curly haired introvert
~
When she washed dishes after supper
I stood by her side, on a stool which lifted me
High enough to put my hands on the side
Where the rinse water would be poured.
~
My Granny was faithfully sanitary to say the least
She rinsed her dished with boiling water from the stove
And that was just what my aunt-sister did that day
As I screamed from the pain that caused those
Angry blisters over my small arms and hands.
Categories:
blisters, child, hurt, niece, pain,
Form: Free verse
One can live out his life with no baggage
but may hang on a rope to stay alive
a site seem as weak, bags out bad knowledge
to put its life in a box and deprive
from big cuts to acid lips, the damage
fun’s in the air, she only sees the jive
the one with the whip uses bad language
Poor lamb, joys not for the bull to arrive
with all the pain, luck yet has a say
a huge bill not from her, yet she must pay
a time to hit this foe will come someday
cos of her, rage from thin air flys faster
bad lips spit, even to her kid sister
she has to wake up and dry this blister.
Categories:
blisters, betrayal, bullying, emotions, life,
Form: Sonnet
Damn it’s hot
How does the wind make the sand
Stand up and dance like that
Why is the shade so close to
Those sharp spikes
I’ll have to dig a hole to really
Cool off
Piling the sand on the sun side
At least the cactus tastes good
That’s it
No more day trips
Nightwalkers get to shiver
Categories:
blisters, imagination, introspection, nature,
Form: Blank verse