It all begins with an idea.
POETRY
BY
VICKI
WHEN WE BECOME INVISIBLE
We shrink.
Our color fades.
Our skin loosens.
Our thoughts are the same.
Our ability to love is the same.
Our capacity to absorb new ideas is the same.
Our step has slowed.
We want to keep up.
We don’t want to be left behind.
We have a wealth of knowledge to pass on.
Our sense of humor is intact.
Our joie de vive is not broken.
LUNCH TIME
My legs pulled up,
I huddle against the wall.
Students towering over me.
He walks toward me.
He pauses.
His immense frame
casts a shadow across my body.
My stomach churns.
Sweat beads on my forehead.
‘Don’t hurt me’.
He smiles
and keeps walking
DESPERATE HOUSEWIFE
Moving to a desolate place
New house. Why am I not happy?
Far from family and friends.
Only neighbors talking about recipes, gardening, childcare.
A mute husband home from work.
Trapped,
No way out.
Escape.
Food or alcohol?
Explore.
Books.
BEACH
Soft breeze
Smell of the surf
Fiddle crabs scurrying into the sand.
Setting sun
Best time of the day
Purple, orange, lavender sunset
Boats drifting with their rainbow of colored sails
BODY DYSMORPHIC
Models in magazines
Models in movies
Models in commercials
Vibrant skin
Lustrous lips
Svelte bodies
Standing before the mirror
I cringe.
My skin is sallow
My lips are too thin
My hips are too big