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Black Girl Magic Picking Flowers
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Taking Pictures of Flowers
(Poem 279 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
She fell in love near dusk
walking a gravel path that crunched
beneath their feet as they wandered
in search of flowers to photograph.
She had been gifted a new old camera
that made her feel nostalgic for a past
life, and he was looking for any excuse
to be alone with her to confess his feelings.
She bent to frame a delicate Magnolia
and his breath caught at her beauty.
He told her his heart would only continue
to beat if she accepted his love as her own.
She turned to him with a serious expression
and snapped a photo of his pained look.
“I accept,” she said, then took another
photo of his transformed elated visage.
She has both faces framed on her desk
and looks at them when she grows weary
of darkness and difficulties, to remember
that she was once someone’s next heartbeat.
@Home Studio – 279th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Camera photos to accompany my poem:
Summer Bouquet
(Poem 191 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Interlaced stems braided
to create structure beneath
the surface soak in nutrients,
nourish new opening buds,
hold strong fully-flared,
freshly-ripened flowers of
cerulean, cardinal red, plum,
violet, magenta, tangerine,
and pops of bright sunflower.
@Erica’s – 191st poem of the year
Runner ups for the bouquet photos to accompany my poem:
Aliens and Flowers
(Poem 120 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
Our most fragile young
sleep in giant moonflowers
and sip the nectar if they are
hungry between feedings.
When they outgrow the
petal-perfect beds nature
constructed just for them,
they learn to sleep on the
knit hammocks strung
delicately between the
lowest branches of the
swaying willow palm trees.
The cloth is woven from
flower stem silk and the
bedding is fresh layered
petals changed nightly.
Our skin becomes the
fragrance of the flowers,
for we are inextricably
intertwined with the vines
and the leaves and the
fronds and the buds.
Then, when we grow too
old to see the stars with
our own eyes, too old
to hear the song of the
silver sycamore boughs,
too old to feel the velvet
of the lambs’ ear bush,
too old to taste the nectar
of the purple dragonmint,
we enter the heart of the
forest to create a nest of
shaggy moss and jelly lichen
cushioned with sweetgrass
and honey death fungus,
and cover ourselves with
layers of galaxy orchids and
phoenix lilies so we can
join our brother flowers in
eternal sleep.
@Home Studio – 120th poem of the year
Runner ups for the Alien Flowers photos to accompany my poem:
Aliens and Flowers
All images created by Rebekah Marshall’s prompts using AI on Gencraft.com website.
Women with Flowers
All images created by Rebekah Marshall’s prompts using AI on Gencraft.com website.
Flowers
All images created by Rebekah Marshall’s prompts using AI on Gencraft.com website.
This Winter Bouquet
(Poem 29 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
This winter bouquet
celebrating my new job
marks the occasion.
@Home Studio – Inspired by flowers Erica gave me to celebrate my first day of working in the corporate world (and I chose a Haiku style because I am currently reading a book about Haiku) – 29th poem of the year
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