Writing Lab at Bfran's con't...

Subject: When A Poet Cries
words: trouble, alien, tomato, women, attack, washboard, oatmeal, melt, overjoyed, moment....

She cries alone
behind closed doors
of a troubled soul
with no keys
rice paper transperancy
on stiff upper lips
blindness chosen
to those with no eyes
so she chooses not to melt for them
saves that moment for intimate moments
with no one
trying to soothe life's attacks in warm liquids
for her injuries make the water run
as red as tomatoes
smashed against brick walls
split wide
spilt seeds
of womanhood never planted
her tears fill the spaces
alien smiles cannot,
reverberate like small tsunamis
in grooves of grandmother's washboard
back and forth she rocks
trying to wash the stains away
leaving life a lil' thinnner
a lil' easier to tear
she keeps the smile
on her face to face
what's outside her doors
overjoyed like overcooked oatmeal
both turning cold
if left unattended
for too long.