Day #3- can you guess the word?

Did you do a project? Yes, not the one I wanted-- but there is still time for that.

Did you complete it? I say three drafts and I'm formatting the lines below make it complete.

What did you learn? When something is not working, step back. Pick out what you like and then start over... it wasn't until rereading the second attempt did I realize it needed more of a focus.

What did you learn about yourself? I already knew that I procrastinate. But I learned that I can do re-writes back to back.

How do you feel about the project? I'm little disappointed at how dark it came out. Granted the chosen word did lead to a couple of darker images so I can blame it on that. I thought writing poems was going to be my 'cheat' days but this on some ways was more difficult than other art projects...I think I expect more from my writing than other forms of expression.

 

Dirt mounds freshly dig from elderly graves

Creates a minefield of whole heartily holes of good intentions and wordy promises.

"I'll love you forever,"
Stains the air with robust fragrance of love life and worm decay.
How hard they work with pitted stomachs and tiny teeth
They will be micro-judged until they are
Beastlike--unhuman.
Untouchable.

Good intentions wiggling like loose tape in stomachs and intestine.
Testing the host's reaction, testing for the right moments.
To kiss, to talk, to fondle, to throw way.
All taped and stapled in a hodgepodge attempt of a story of you and me.
The fruit has been eaten. Only the pit remains.

A lonely seed spitting out juices
Of reused lines and old memories of being more--
Of being a part of a while.
Now it's only the throw way part
Like a use tea bag or a broken crayon.

When did we rip out our eyes and replaced them with cherry pits?
To see a Cherry Hell in all its rosy wonders
Full of crimson and scarlet hues.
Pitted against time,
We cannot fill the holes- even if we full heartedly tried.
We can pat the dirt back into place--
We can gentle lay the worms back in their home
We can make love on the moist soil,
But this ground, this foundation, has been disturbed and it will never be the same.