We wrote scores of scars
All over our bodies
But that was enough–for now.
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Prompt 11
I was the child of sea foam and storm
I thrashed about my ocean
In its safe and sultry darkness.
hearing only echos of a distant land
When I came too
I cupped my ears
The voices so shrill and loud
The world bright like I’d never seen before
I thrashed about naked
and tried to tell them
Put me back to the water I screamed
But they couldn’t understand my tongue
to be continued
God I’m glad that song is over
God, I’m glad that song is over
With its upbeat drum beat and plucky guitar
It’s one love, one world kind of strut.
Imagine all the people
trying to change the world
with just a song
You’re kinda cute but don’t bother trying
to fix everything that we’ve done wrong.
Child – Prompt 9
This is not the first time I’ve
escaped my capture in a bottle
on a dewy summer’s night
The air thick like a sticky porridge
A child trapped me once
She emerged from the nearby cottage.
I remember the heat of her sticky hands
As well as the strange look of her toothless smile
As she released me
Zoom! I flew free up up up into
far into the tree-line.
Emoji Poem- Prompt 8
You are my elfin queen
of sparkling hearts
when you wear that dress
I imagine you frolicking
with the flowers
or stargazing by the sea
You make music and magic
and I love you
Season of Friendship- Prompt 7
I remember a time when
We waded in the creek
digging for the smoothest rocks
nestled in the murky sand below
the ones that leaked red and blue and green
We would drag them on our cheeks
and arms to decorate our bodies
with muddy war paint.
We would play in the field
And grab handfuls of dandelions.
I would put them in your hair and
Your’s in mine.
We’d blow the seeds as far as we could.
And summer would last forever
“it only takes one seed
To make at least a hundred more flowers”, I told you once
but you didn’t believe me.
We soaked in the sun and ate popsicles
My legs had hair already and yours were still bare.
Both of our feet looked the same
ruddy with blisters, cuts and mosquito bites.
Years later it was summer again
but your eyes had long frozen over
I held dandelions tall and wispy
Beneath your lips , but you turned away
That stuff is childish, you said
A Perfect Day – Prompt 6
coffee with cinnamon
sunlight drowns the room
my favorite dress
no underwear
no shoes
Outside its quiet
I only hear the sound
of branches swaying
and the faint hum of wind chimes
I swing in the hammock
it carries me like a sunny womb
Then I remember
I left grapes in the freezer
Ripe and cold for my perfect day
In the sun I devour them like candy
Prompt 5
In the valley grew a bounty
of ripe fruits and honeysuckle
and mimosa flowers that danced
on the trees like fuscia feathers
sifting through the breeze.
Myth said death lived here,
But the opposite was true.
Our bread was hot and scored with
amber and cinnamon.
Our children ate citrus fruits
As they learned the names of
Gods and animals before us.
We danced together
Every Friday night.
Inti and the Son – Prompt 3
I’ve been blessed to dance beneath your rays
To lay beneath your warm embrace
But cold comes quickly in the shade
As shadows start to overtake
My god my god, come back I beg
I am not ready for the end of days.
Oh, my glorious light
What is this that I have defied
For my light to die out right before me
We wail in grief and gather in mourning
Circle our crops and heed your warning.
Please accept our offerings .
Oh, my glorious light
He promised not to scream– he was my good little one
Jahni’s blood blessed the ground that we stand upon.
Take him, I beg to our glorious sun.
The rays lift and warm me but my son is gone.
Oh, my glorious light
Recipe for Disaster – Prompt 2
1) Lack of self love 2) Alcohol 3) Jealousy 4) Bad Decisions 5) Lack of Communication
I address the mirror for the sixth time today
“Not that lipstick
Use another lipstick”
I scrub till my lips feel raw.
Then take a shot.
“I can see your stomach
Through your shirt.
You ate too much bread.”
What were you thinking?
I change again
and take a shot.
“It would be better if you looked like her
blonde hair, so tall so thin.
All the thing’s you’re not.”
I think I’ll stay in.
Do another shot.
then 1 more shot.
then 1 more shot.