Day Five: A Day of Firsts

The prompt was discouraging at first, I don't know anything about sports. However, a study on firsts in general is a lot easier to understand than say... baseball.


Many Firsts

First kiss
   wet, cold saliva
   drying unsure on unsure lips
   and winter mist dancing on winter air
   kissed me too on-
   chipped green paint
   weather worn wood
   bleachers.

First disappointment
   hot, arid evening
   family broken murmured from weary lips
   and burdening summer heat crushing fallen shoulders
   disappointed in shock-
   wavering white light
   striking sever shadows
   on tear-stained faces.

First love
   warm, sunlit room
   tucked away in a library mouthing words written long ago
   and then writing, mimicking black lettered words
   loved again in blue-
   whispered wifts weaving
   on blue lined paper.

First hate
   humid, sunset sky
   trembling anger from every limb and pore
   and berating conscience bruising and pushing out
   hated deliberation in resentment-
   irresponsible ignorant idiot
   why, why , why?