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Ellis Reyes Jun 2021
Their vile words
Their contemptible hypocrisies
Are acid on my soul
Ellis Reyes Jun 2021
I am a tumbleweed
Rootless, common;
Windblown to oblivion
Ellis Reyes Jun 2021
What would it take
For us to be friends
Once again?
Ellis Reyes Jun 2021
A thief in the night,
Alzheimer's steals life
One moment at a time
Ellis Reyes Jun 2021
I dream of sitting beside a massive crater
and trying to fill it
with a spoon
A tip of the hat to Ben Noah Suri for his brilliant modeling of this form. I will do my best to follow your amazing examples.
Ellis Reyes Jun 2021
What's in the jars Granny?
Them's dills
Them's bread and butter
And the smaller jar's spicy pickles

What's in the jars Granny?
That one there's chow chow
Next to it's sweet relish
and the one in back is sauerkraut

What's in the jars Granny?
Well, the purple one's grape jelly
The one in the middle's orange marmalade
and the big brown one's apple butter

Why do you put up so much food, Granny?
Cause I lived through a season of lack called the Great Depression
and I never want y'all kids to be as hungry as my kids were.

Take what you want.
I'll make more.
I'm teaching myself to preserve food this summer. It's something my mom knew how to do, but never passed along to me. Her mom, my Granny, put up food all year long and shared it generously.
Ellis Reyes Jun 2021
Does everyone feel the heaviness?
Does everyone see society coming apart at the seams?
Does everyone taste the bitterness that people have for one another?
Does everyone hear the rage being spat in the public square?
Does everyone smell the destruction of the institutions that once bound us together?

How can we experience all of this and still have hope?
I'm feeling beaten down today. No specific reason, just the accumulation of it all.
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