Two Poems for Day 6

                                     Roots by Frida Kahlo

Out of This

I don’t know what will grow out of this.
I asked, but they wouldn’t tell me.
So I wait.
I lie there patiently.
I slap mud onto myself.
I am wide open
for everyone to interpret
as they will.
As a metaphor,
I might be predictable and plain.
As a process,
I am unstoppable.
One day there will be fruit.
I can’t wait to see what grows
out of this.

2016 April PAD Challenge, Day 6

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Is It Edible

What is this fruit?

Is it edible?

I wonder.

I have never seen anything like this.

It is red and juicy.

It smells sweet.

Maybe it’s poisonous?

I will never find out.

It’s beyond my reach.


GloPoWriMo Day 6