
Sorry about the clarity of this pic, but the little sweetie kept moving...
My granddaughter Giovanna.
Day 7 Prompt: Clean and/or DirtyToday 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,