poem stitched in sidewalk chalk 

this poem is neither 
nor there,
line nor square

she has scrib
-bled her
-self in sidewalk chalk, 
and then 
hopscotched across 
her own bright skin,
left just one small 
skipping stone within. 

she’s still here,
still stained. 
waiting for rain. 


In April, we poem.
This is also a second offering for this week’s Quadrille. Come play!

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8 Responses to poem stitched in sidewalk chalk 

  1. Misky says:

    I do hope that rain comes to you in blessings!

  2. Shawna says:

    “bled herself in sidewalk chalk” WOW.
    “… and then hopscotched across” This is all so powerful to me as I have been reading much about suicides lately and love how an “almost” can be averted with a cross.

    I see a tortured soul becoming a Mary Poppins as a means of survival and mental health.

  3. Oh… really loved this… especially the ties to the hopscotching

  4. incredibly clever word usage, De!
    you’re so good!


  5. Grace says:

    Beautiful beat to the words. I was skipping along with you.

  6. Helen says:

    Echos of e.e.cummings whose style of so admire … this is beautifully penned!!

  7. Arjan Tupan says:

    I really liked how “she” “hopscotched across her own bright skin”. Wonderful.

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