Poem a day challenge and my Wordless Wednesday

Sorry about the clarity of this pic, but the little sweetie kept moving...
My granddaughter Giovanna.










Day 7 Prompt: Clean and/or Dirty

Today we had the choice of writing a poem with clean and/or dirty as the prompt. Entirely up to us if we chose to write one poem or two.

I chose to write two, with the idea of playing the innocence of babies off against adult lack of innocence. I edged around these poems for most of the day, eventually I had to get serious and
polish them up some. I went to work with them ready to post, but with the idea that I would look at them again after work, just to make sure. Heck, sure of what; I'm not sure! They are both posted on Poetic Asides as of 12 midnight, Australian time. Time to post them here. Wonder what you will think of them? :)


#1

Tiny hands reaching
for that big red slice

watermelon juice dribbling
from your chin remnants
clinging to your skin

it's in your hair
and on your clothes
juice splashing all the
way to your toes

It's even on the tip
of your nose

~~

#2

What's worse

your fancy glass dome

or my broken bubble

We share the same cord

you on one end

me on the other

Hidden away in your

private palace while

I reveal my nakedness

Your price as high as diamonds

While mine is as cheap as a

bang against a wall

Who is clean, who is dirty

You're the high class one

I'm the girl on the corner

on our backs we play

the game

~~

Love,