salvation army
she wore purple because she liked it.
hanging stiffly on the store rack,
yellow goodwill tag with smudged blue ink,
was it a three or five?
she argued for three, willing to pay five, she did.
her breasts had followed the alphabet
from a to b to c to d
and settled back on c
after some of the air had escaped her life
and left her haggling over purple dresses.
somehow salvation was unreachable
and the army refused to go home,
but she had purple swatches to mend the holes
and fingertips that blended too well
with gunnysack purple and bruised memories.
she remembered life in yellows and orange
bright colors that worshipped the sun.
but that was when she dreamed while still awake
and wished without a penny.
purple happens to life.
and it did.
tolbert
Categories:
gunnysack, purple,
Form: Free verse
The bogey man is here
Uncle Gunnysack
No longer hiding in English peat bogs
The Bag Man who carries a bag and kidnaps those who don't behave
Do you hear him knocking
Why don’t you want to go to bed
He will take you away if you wont obey your parents
He will pull you up into tiny holes in the ceiling
A siren will sound when all is safe
Categories:
gunnysack, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Train whistles still call me
in the dead of night
recalling wanderlust
days of youth, tugging
something
inside me tight
Vacant curiosity of what
might have been
another place
another lifetime
remembering when
I was free, with
nothing to lose but
The Sadness
I carried overseas
(and back again)
like a bulky bag of
dirty laundry grown large
Older now, I thought I'd
done my washing
dried, pressed, folded
put away... And yet-
suddenly I feel that
familiar weight
on my back
gunnysack of Sadness
fraught with longing
daring me to break away
for destinations unknown
leave today- this
temporary madness
of suburban ways
____
Even though I'm pretty "settled" at this stage of life, train whistles always stir that restless part of me that refuses to accept that I'm too old to jump up & take off for 'regions unbounded' like I once did...
Categories:
gunnysack, feelings, how i feel,
Form: Free verse
Lock Down !!
The bogey man is here
Uncle Gunnysack
No longer hiding in English peat bogs
The Bag Man who carries a bag and kidnaps those who don't behave
Do you hear him knocking
Why don’t you want to go to bed
He will take you away if you wont obey your parents
He will pull you up into tiny holes in the ceiling
A siren will sound when all is safe !!
Categories:
gunnysack, angst, repetition, scary, trust,
Form: Free verse
I cherish you betwixt
the spaces of darkness
& white lightning,
creative spiritedness
amidst insecurities,
Chantilly lavender lace 'neath
abrasive gunnysack burlap,
mid late night news & poetry of early
dawning 'pon acquiescently sleepless nights,
'tween whispered wisps of lilting light
and duskily echoed shadows
catching twilit moonbeams whilst
stargazing midst your eyes,
enveloping infinite expanses
which rapturously
invoke none other
Categories:
gunnysack, desire, devotion, joy, light,
Form: Romanticism
The bogey man is here
Uncle Gunnysack
No longer hiding in English peat bogs
The Bag Man who carries a bag and kidnaps those who don't behave
Do you hear him knocking
Why don’t you want to go to bed
He will take you away if you wont obey your parents
He will pull you up into tiny holes in the ceiling
A siren will sound when all is safe
Categories:
gunnysack, kindergarten, usa,
Form: Free verse
Vibrant swirls, searching a canvass of black
Creating a world of colures,
Taken from a gunnysack…
The mind explores all it observes,
There is no turning back~
Admirations, full of life deserved;
The portrait is complete, all concur,
Now how about that…
Categories:
gunnysack, art
Form: Free verse
Vibrant swirls, searching a canvass of black
Creating a world of colures,
Taken from a gunnysack…
The mind explores all it observes,
There is no turning back~
Admirations, full of life deserved;
The portrait is complete, all concur,
Now how about that…
Categories:
gunnysack, art, happiness, life, passion,
Form: Free verse