April 2. Today’s challenge is to write a poem that directly addresses someone, and that includes a made-up word. We were prodded in the direction of two artists, Georgia O’Keefe and Anne Carson, neither of who I’d heard of before, in between which I went in search of some common ground on which grew contemporary conversations about women’s voices.
Two voices in texts.
Two voices, one sex.
What words were meant to utter from that earlobe shell?
What pain bled on pages of stolen heart-notebook hell?
Two texts, one voice.
One sex, what choice?
Was this your blouse that paintclothed your breast?
Or yours, the goggle-pearled boobies that in a muscle rest?
Two truths in texts?
A sleuth to inspect.
Does the author lie, while a reader seeks the truth?
Disrobe me not, my fruit tastes better without proof.
Missives & Musings 
A stunning take on the prompt, Graham. I like the questions and the echoing refrains in this poem.
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Thanks Kim, I feel a shift in my approach of late, no idea where it’s coming rom, but I suspect it’s a response to all the uncertainty out there ATM
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You’re welcome, Graham, I think we’re all feeling like that.
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