Tuesday, March 11, 2014

tuesday treat: Unflattering, a poem

I became a little obsessed trying to capture with my iPhone
the way the light made the ends of the branches glisten,
as if they had ice... on a 72 degree morning

We honor
rally around
the rich
the powerful
the preferred,
but how many
of these
have plundered
for their glory?
The outside
of the cup
The inside
is decay
that feeds
its tangled
twisting worms. 
was no sycophant.
He dazzled sinners
poor and great,
and sometimes
did not wash his hands
before he ate.
                           ~Rita A. Simmonds.

Click here to read an interview of this award-winning poet from Brooklyn, NY, featured in Heather King's blog Shirt of Flame