I'm a Growing Woman

PAD Challenge Day 29: Write a sight poem. bird's-eye view thirty thousand feet  up with your aerial heart  i can see through love D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 28: Write a"You Are (Blank)" poem. You Are If you have, Tell me-- How did it sound? Was it like only  God's angels were around? Did it make saltwater  swell in your eyes? What did it feel like? Did your skin get goosebumps? Did your body catch  the chills or a fever? Was it like your favorite  love song recited to the  beat of your heart? Did you want to rewind, keep it on repeat or play it back  from the start? Was it like a poem, an ode or ballad in the shape of a heart? Was it like a dream  you wanted to stay asleep in? Was it like a mother's first kiss? Did you believe in the   eight syllables of it? Did it make you feel like  you were on cloud ten? Once you heard it,  did you want to hear it again? Tell me, What was it like to hear,  you are the only one for me ? D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 27: Write an an anapodoton poem. Cake and Eat It Too  Life is not always berry sweet full of confetti, rainbows  and butteflies in our circle of life. It can sprinkle unfortunate surprises. We can receive lemons after lemons  in a dark black forest of medley roses, even when our hearts are red velvet. Anywhere there's an Angel, a Devil will try to cake up; Get rich off your Godly confections. Kind of ice cold to say, Vanilla and Chocolate  will never always have a fair  share of what rises and pans out. The entanglement of the swirl  is just as incompatible and conflicting. No matter the number of layers, some will be handed corners, others more centers of it all. No matter how small, medium or large; Short or tall; Buttercream is not always  creme de la creme to us all. But we must keep a glaze  on God's miracle whips. Keep whisking the  ingredients of prayer  and supplication to bake  our special purposes on Earth. D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 26: Write a response. Missed Calls  I miss calls from my father. On Sundays, before and after  church and during football,  basketball, and baseball games. During the week,  on break or late at night  to see how my day went. On the weekend,  to share our adventures  and experiences with  people, places and things.  I miss missed calls from my father. He would always leave a voice-mail to say, "Baby Girl, it's your daddy.  You know I love you.  You must be mad at me.  Call me back anyway." I would listen and laugh  because sometimes I was mad,  mad at him for being so far away  when I needed a hug  or his shoulder the most.  Mad at him for something he said  that irritated my skin and overturned my nerves. Mad when he forgot about something important--- I would repeat myself twice or a third time. Him, knowingly knowing  that I despised repeating myself  and procrastination. On the days I wasn't mad,  honestly, I was occupied  and focused on growing 

PAD Challenge Day 25: Write a dream and/or reality poem. The American Dream Oops! My bad! I know you pictured a white picket fence around a single unit of square feet with three to four bedrooms, two to three bathrooms, with a garage too small of a container to contain equality, justice, and liberty for all. I know a set of four paws seems to have more human rights than the footprints of your babies running through wildflowers in pink and blue. I know the  Whites   have more yellow in their smiles and all your eyes witnessed on this soil is a  Trail of Tears and the blackest  Blues , though you have flesh that can split open to bleed  Red  like them. Sorry! I know you keep thinking you’re seeing stars; wishing, hoping, and dreaming that your stripes won’t look like the ones our ancestors inherited on their backs in the cotton fields or behind the Magnolia tree in the mills, but they got a chokehold on necks still and gasoline to gaslight your minds. I

PAD Challenge Day 24: Write a touch poem. Touchscreen  A distance view of you, Your sensual finger tips  and the erect tip of your stylus turns me on. Come here.  Come near. In skins or bare skin. I want you in front of me. I want you to touch me Hold me like  I'm your favorite touch screen.  Your daily apple that  keeps the doctors away.  Come here.  Open wide, take as many juicy bites   as you desire  under this galaxy of love. Stimulate my psychology.  Give my physiology  100% sheer interaction  and satisfaction guaranteed.  Skim my ergonomics   while I tune into yours. Handle me with care. Apply your protection. Zoom in on your favorite position. Turn me upright or horizontal. Caress me up then down Back up then down again. Talk to me with some authority  as you give directions for us  to stay aligned in this  angle of geometry  that we subconsciously  network in. Passionately grip my hips, hold onto the curvy sides of me for  your equilibrium.  Sustain all my inner  and outer