Barefoot Voices

Although I've been writing poetry, I haven't shared anything in a while.  I don't know why that is.  I guess mostly other things have been higher on the list.  I have several poems that I've not published, so I'll share two of my favorites.

Barefoot in fields

 Barefoot in fields

we planted beans in crooked rows

dropped pieces of potato in deep furrows.

Barefoot in fields

we picked okra and

pulled corn, tied bunches of onion.

Barefoot in fields

we laughed at the thrill of a tire swing

cuddled kittens in a hayloft

raced bicycles over green clover.

Barefoot in fields

we sang songs to a truck radio

ate tomatoes juicy red against green leaves

raced to the end of a row.

Summer freedom is city luxury;

farm girls are early risers

sweat, sinewy muscle, dirty nails.

 Voices

loud whisperings

voices from another room

invisible

shadows filtering light

silent

except when they talk about me.

toasting glasses

kiss the edges of the inner circle

floating color

party dresses form a rainbow

silent

when they look my way.

laughing stories

tell tales of might have been

lies fill another room with excuses

silent invitations not for me.