sunny 2

She sopped me up like a piece of bread dipped in venison gravy
She said she tasted something wild even though I soaked it in vinegar
“It’s a tad gamey.”
she folded up three creases on her forehead and twisted her mouth unpleasantly.
“Buuuttt how?”
“I steeped like a teabag.
Why I submerged until my skin crinkled up like an accordion!”
She added more indentions to her scowl.
“It’s a prune, dear!”
“Dear,” sounded condemnatory.
She was no peach, but neither a prune.
I quickly sprayed Sunflower perfume on my skin,
And hoped she would get a whiff of it.
Her nostrils flared.
I absorbed her like a cotton ball full of astringent.
She got into my pours with her words.
It tingled in a cleansing manner.
Other words stung like a wasp.
I opened the window and shooed out those words.
Saving the witch hazel and rose water for my complexion.
“Can you catch it?” she said, looking somewhat concerned.
“What’s that?”
“Our words before they fly out of our fingertips or lips?”
“I’ve been trying to capture mine in a net and bathe them first.”
I started to speak but rolled it around for a bit.
It tasted like lemon drops–the letters forming words.
Sweet, yet sour.
Like a ball of snuff in my cheek, ready to drip out of my mouth.
“The bars of teeth are hard to keep locked down,” I said.
“The vapors get out.”
She bit her nail and looked worried.
“I let them out in a ball of fire, I fear.”
She chewed her index manicured digit.
“Well, if we remember to use SonShine Words, they fly out like orbs.
Glowing balls of light that penetrate clothing and even prune skin.
They inject medicine and cause hearts to come back from the dead!”
I shouted a little too loudly like a two-year-old.
“I like that,” she said–
“SonShine Words.”
“But now and then, I mistakenly let a lousy morsel or two get past me.
I ask myself, “Did I harm their character?
Did I make them look bad?
Did I send words soaring through the air sticking like wallpaper paste?”
“And what if you have?” she said with wide eyes of ginger, placing a hand over her mouth.
“Well, I gargle with Listerine!
I spit and wash and try again.”
I waited for the wasp sting but instead smelled a hint of rose water.
“Hmmm, I see.”
She seemed to like my response.
Only two creases showed on her forehead now.
I planted a field of Sunflowers, I said, sitting up straighter.
They can be contagious–attract bees as well.
They can take over a meadow.
Salty Seeds were spreading through the Wind.
She ran and got a burlap sack and untied it.
I’m knee-deep in Sunflower seeds!
“I had no idea!!
Had these hidden inside my bedroom closet.”
Her eyes now peppermint bark scented.
“They were a gift,” she beamed.
“Of course, they were!” I squealed with delight.
We danced and threw them in the air.

tekoa 6


The wind wore high heeled shoes and rained seeds that day.
We held our mouths open, and a steady stream of water began to beat down.
Suddenly we were as Naphtali running through the hills.
Leaping on the mountains,
Springing into flight!

Artwork and poetry by Tekoa.


  • charlenereamsmanning Posted September 16, 2018 9:20 am

      This piece is interesting, cryptic, and reminiscent of an example of the mother-daughter dynamic. (?)   I also love the painting. I had only a few sun flowers this summer. Tony mowed them all off while they just little shoots a foot of less high. Except for one small patch between the Blue Bonnets and the Mutablis Rose.  With my treasured now 12 foot tall Mesquite tree, they form a triangle, with me able to see all from the bay window.    This of yours reminds me that I should be harvesting seeds and sprinkling them in another spot away from the Blue Bonnets. The wind sows them, too. That’s  the ones that get mowed.    Still raining. Our month is around 5-6 inches to date. Not sure with Tony monitoring the gauge all the time. I get confused.    Did you get the book?   Love you!!!!       Charlene Reams Manning   Still Loving The Carpenter       Hens Acre Farm    Georgetown, Texas

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    • Tekoa Posted September 16, 2018 2:26 pm

      Yes, we received the attachment 👏👏👏
      Looking forward to seeing it in print.

      The top painting was for my cousin. The bottom one is one I had for sale at a shop that my sister bought. It hangs in her hallway/ entry since 2008.

      I’m not sure what or who the poem is about. I dug it up. Seems most my poems are about words. I need to broaden my horizons.
      Since I’ve entered a few poetry contest of late, I’m trying to post more poems. Cryptic indeed.
      Love you and your Blue Bonnets

  • jbstan7 Posted September 19, 2018 3:58 pm

    well for sure poets are the snipers!!!!
    here in your genre I see a different angle which is the beauty of poetry anyway.
    I see you arguing/chatting/seeing with yourself. there aren’t two people here. It’s you reviewing your words before you hit the send/post button…trying many other flavors. pungent, sweet, savory. Some hidden in the closet with your high heels. satisfied that the way with words, the ways of words are a gift indeed. you ended settled and happy.
    run dear friend. leap. fly.
    all that prune time you will see with hindsight has been His teabag.

    • jbstan7 Posted September 19, 2018 4:01 pm

      Oh and by the way. I would lovvvvvvvvvvve to buy that painting……!!!!
      I print out and save all your poetry….
      into a book with your ‘words’….this one is as fine as fine can be. Terrific. [smiley face and red heart]

      • Tekoa Posted September 19, 2018 4:58 pm

        Top painting or bottom?

    • Tekoa Posted September 19, 2018 4:57 pm

      Yes, RUN, fly, and LEAP with me! LOL
      Aw, I see I can get nothing past you! You have interpreted my poem like a dream. ❤️👏👏
      I love it! I love you and so blessed to be connected as sisters and lovers of the Beloved.
      You are sunflowers! You are a woman of beautiful words. I look forward to reading from your pen. The one He gave you.

  • jbstan7 Posted September 19, 2018 9:51 pm

    I thought the top one is a gift for a cousin….

    it’s so so blazing and fully rich….captured forever in it’s strength…..

    while the bottom on is dancing and moving and has just color enough ….waiting to be picked and loved

    both are my favorite. Would love to know your mood when you painted each!!

    you said for sale in a shop your sister bought….

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