Of Peculiar Fun and Me – Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 7)

We have poetized our way over April’s hump! Can you believe it, my Wicked Luvs? I sure can. I also believe this kind of achievement deserves a pretty special sort of celebration. So, Luvs, I invite you to observe our strolling over April’s flowery middle by making Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016 (Day 7 of 13) all about having weird fun. What do you say? 😉
Pecular FunToday’s Prompt – Write a poem inspired by this one-liner: “I enjoy Peculiar Fun.”

Link Instructions – Leave the direct link to your poem as a comment in the following format: “Bloom, Bone of My Bones” – http://magalyguerrero.com/bloom-bone-of-my-bones/

Please, take the time to visit other Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month participants.
Let them know what you appreciate about their poesy.
I suspect they’ll delight in your courtesies just as much as you delight in theirs.
Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month, 2016

Purified by Love and Ink

I will meet with my gut doctor in a few hours… to discuss the tummy treatment that comes to an end tomorrow (wooohooo!)… and to schedule tests to see if the medications worked like they were supposed to. My symptoms have shown improvement. I’ve been able to eat more things—including ice cream, raw foods, and a little meat—so that’s already good news. Now to see what my innards have to show. Well, to schedule the seeing… Keep your fingers and toes crossed (your eyes, too). 😉

I leave you with 5 of the blackout poems I’ve shared on Instagram and/or Facebook these last few weeks. Although unplanned, I really like the overall motifs embraced by these poems. I love what they say about self, about storms, about words… Which is your favorite, my Wicked Luvs? Why?

“In Her”
In her,
there is a storm
born of change
and of her magic.
In Her

You can be purified by love and ink.

“Touch Your Self”
Touch your self with feeling.
Touch Yourself

I am stories.

In a storm, I found roots.