Spun Memories

    Over in the Garden it is "Get Listed" today.  Patricia shared with us a list of words and we must use at least three of them in our poem.  Yesterday,  I had to meet my daughter at the DMV.   She had gone ahead to school for a meeting.  She was now going to be off probation and can drive after 9pm.  I had to sign papers, now she will receive an official driver's license now. 

      I grabbed my camera before leaving.  I had seen a field of southern snow and wanted to take a few photos.  I had thoughts of light n' dark, and my daughter.   Daughter n' I had a chance to get coffee,  talk a bit,  and shop.  Being a senior this year she doesn't have to go to school til 9:40am.  We said good-bye and I drove to the field.   I found the perfect spot to park and started taking pics.  There is a busy intersection close by and I knew people were watching me, but I didn't care.  The fields near my house aren't growing cotton this year.

Bitter Barbs

Fall weeps

tears fall into sugared snow

southern cotton candy clouds 

gathered n' spun

spitting out seeds of disdain

Remember...

bitter from the sweet 

barbs n' burrs chained thoughts

bleeding light into night's dark edges

as red sun sinks

Fall's haunted storm woven by

barbed claws scraping sky's garden

portal flung open

as spirits taste acid from rooted

 memories fenced with history's disease

they howl n' weep

once more... 

© Ellen Wilson

I think Patricia probably wanted more of a good neighbor type poem.  I might try again-but this is what came as I thought about the history of cotton.

Oh, sorry if you are here for IWSG-I posted over here.  My mistake so visit me here and I will soon visit you.   I have to run to my favorite craft store:  Lowe's!