Tag: prose poem

  • Black green red blue

    Their black eyes, my black rings,Green with rage,She hit them again.He had another tantrum.Calm down, you’re bright red.Give me a hug, a little less abrupt,I don’t want to have blue bruises. Everyone has their own opinionBenevolent or not,On children with special needs.« Honey, don’t play with them, you’ll scare them. »« No, don’t invite this one, she’s […]

  • To my friend who doesn’t wear a veil

    Behind your smile, I can see the tears you are trying to hide. And when they do get out, You don’t want to see them, You ignore them. I take you in my arms When you think you are hugly, When you think you are not interesting, When you feel unable to face your boss. […]

  • Belly

    I often dream of floods, or overwhelming suffocation seas, or just of being alone in an inhospitable brown river. And yet, I always feel like it’s related to my child. It rings a bell to my being a mother, who can love as vastly as these shady waters; But I feel I have to let […]