Salmon Colored Scum

A Poem By Rose Aiello Morales

Creation is roseate sometimes,
streams run into the ocean,
brooks reek of sex,
rocks are proof of future generations.

Meanderings walk without shoes
not knowing life exists on other plantar,
I fashion bridges foot by diseased foot,
not caring for the plague’s existence into liquid.

Living beings were read into my books,
as seen on TV, life’s existence is precarious,
some scum is salmon colored,
with children squashed between my errant toes.

 


Rose Aiello Morales has been writing poetry almost from the time she learned how to write. She had her first poem published in the Boonton, NJ town newspaper at the age of seven. Since then she has been published in journals worldwide, such as Synaeresis , The Pangolin Review, and Ink, Sweat and Tears. She lives in Marietta, Georgia with her husband Alex and their four cats.
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