Nothing Cool About Ten

By Regina Evans

ColorFully creative poetry and short stories.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Regina Evans
• Release date: Nov 26, 2010
• ISBN: 9781452483191

Regina Evans

Poet.

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Nothing Cool About Ten

by

Regina Y. Evans

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Copyright 2010 by Regina Y. Evans

Dedication

Rosemary S. Darden, Princess and Echo

Many thanks to the following:

Father God, The Holy Spirit and Jesus Christ

Table Of Contents

Chapter One - Poetic Notes

Chapter Two - Painted Tellings

Chapter One - Poetic Notes

called

a voice called her

to the place of decision

a precipice of the journey

of her life

she answered with her everything

stretching and fashioning her body

flat across filthy grounds

a compassionate covering for the

need of those who required a soft

foot map, bridge, guider

to their destiny

day to night

and in between

found the bend

of her back

uniquely built

for the multitude of

the many whomsoever

and there she resided

with the painfully

vast stoop over of her own soul,

for so long, so many

passing times

and the lesson of it all

somehow morphed

into a gift of life

allowing for the

reach down, search into

the forever

dank gutters, icy caves

of lost hope and despair

she recognized

and yet she remained

patient and hope filled

smiling slightly as her hands

tossed up the

bruised hidden souls

that languished in the darkness

of empty, no care

she travailed and silenced their wounded ness

upon her heart,

drying everflowing tears

with an  apron made of the rags

of her own life's minutes

but serenity surrounds her day graces

as her beautiful knowing touch softly strokes

the terrain of need filled faces

hunger soaked spirits, yearning minds

yes, she is the one,

agape's progeny,

servant to the invisible,

lover of the unloved lovely

the crown belongs to this

blistered beauty, she

who perservered with a

single jeweled thought:

the necessity to love

she is queen of

the forgotten no one

no ones

maid of love

my, my my

looked out the window

this morning in joy

wanting so much

to soak in

the rain's kisses

have 'em drip upon

my heart. needed

the cool river to

course across my sigh

got myself a surprise though..

had to squint, blink quick

squint some more

cus my eyes had

caught a glimpse of something

running, tripping almost

seemed like

it was movin mightily fast

trying….

looked like a, a grin

yes, it was....

and it was slyly glancing

back at me as i was

peering at it

i had to pause

compute why that grin

was. grinning. wiped my eyes

clear and zeroed in.

then noticed that grin thing

was walking off with

all my MY.

"when dat grin been

in my house", i pondered?

couldn't remember

decided it musta been that time i forgot

to put my faith on lockdown....

i sucked my breath in

ever so hard, girded my feet

opened the window sassily

looking at that grin like it was crazy.

jumped up and out

like superwoman

on a mission

ran after that grin so smooth

that i gave it a big fright

so much that it turned itself

into a shrillmouth scream

Lawd Jesus! i tell you that

thing threw up its hands and ran

like a lie always does. trying

ta find some cover.

that was more than

alright with me

yes, yes.

i waved it a good, good-bye.

found myself happy

cus in the course

of it all