the sunset erased all memory of chaos

It is about that time again. Time for a poetry duet with my poetic partner in crime, @runaway_tweets.

She let me choose the line this time as she picked the last one, 'old teacher legs'. I love writing with her and am always excited and honored when she agrees to do it again. <3
Enjoy!!

Here is hers...

fancy lawyers
first amendment rights
and bad moral character

were nothing, compared to
a twisted bicycle
rain on hot pavement
sending you careening
into a group of children

that child. that mother.

that child.

i had run away
down south
away from you and your needs
silver bells and bare shoulders
country music and truck drivers
nesting on arrival

i sought the ocean
an expanse of pure, unobstructed
shore
for healing

on the ferry, a little boy
not unlike you
demanded every attention
demanding
all eyes on the boy
all efforts for the boy
i hated that boy.

the sunset erased all memory of chaos
the adirondack chair cradled my back
the shooting stars absorbed my tears
the wine drowned the noise

for a night. for one night.

in the morning, my obligation
headed north
to care for you


And here is mine!

frustration
and confusion
disapointment
and heartbreak
you can barely catch your breath

nightmares haunt your desperately needed sleep
failure plagues you

you find yourself standing on the edge
needing an escape
so you're ready to jump

when something catches your eye

in the distance
you see it.
it is breathtaking.

in the distance
there's a sunset.
a magical brilliant sunset.

the pinks and purples and oranges swirled
together with the beautiful blue sky gives you hope

the sunset
reminds you
that all things come to an end
everything has a chance for a bright new beginning

the sunset
erased all memory of chaos.

peace.

old teacher legs

Its time for another poetry duet!! This one is also written by @runaway_tweets and myself!! You can read our first poetry duet here. She suggested the line this time, and it was a tricky one!!!

Here is the poem she wrote.

Sally


i still see her
my old teacher, legs bare
gauze skirt and clogs
a braid down her back

at the blackboard, tan arm raised
diagramming sentences
in her loopy script

i know the parts of speech
i make a fancy e
i write

when she arrived on my street
on the neighbor's motorcycle
tan arms
around his teenage chest

i closed my eyes
and turned away

and here is mine.

Rainbow

The babbling brook joins the trickling river

and the clouds float by with harmony

while wind rustles through the trees

Golden yellow dandelions

invade the lush greenery of your favorite field

while their musky scent swirls around you

The long branches of the Kentucky Coffee Tree

create dancing shadows under the hot sun

Reminding you of old teacher legs

Floating about you are thick billowy clouds

and as they release their refreshing moisture,

your favorite field is brightened with rainbows