I was in my cottage… And this strange little bird … popped in. He told me, “Ain’t this heat like sin?!” I looked at the treeline; shaking the lethargy of my quarantine. There my porridge sat, and ZOOM, the bird spat! I saw he wore…
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Mine Very Short Love Story
I got goosebumps at midnight, when he held me tight. We looked each other being lost in each other side. millions of days are gone Now he says hold our baby’s finger tight.
Symbols or signs
Reaching out to the far, searching secret combinations must surly unlock some concealed affections, yet scorn springs from unending upturned wells, Human legs destructive in bird nest incubator, Writing intended perpetually for all time, now washed by each dismissive scroll. Muted against those adored with…
Single Mama
The sunlight breaks aggressively through the curtains. Bed covers mimic the gentle touch of a lover. As my eyes open to hear the cabinets slam close and the refrigerator slowly creaking open. I thought my daughter was still asleep. My son has left for work,…
LOLLY THE CLOWN COMES TO TOWN
LOLLY THE CLOWN COMES TO TOWN (Disclaimer: I performed as Lolly the Clown for over 20 years. My friend Kim said this would be a good topic to write about. Oddly enough today, our neighbor gave my husband a ceramic clown to give to me. …
Wordless Conversation
She sends him a text message but it is not a text message it is a unique text message two images, arms wrap-around each other. He replies her text message but there is no text in his message he pushes the button and an…
Prompt Six (6): Ideally
Daddy left on a cold and harsh day. It was February… Susie left us on a cool and dry day. It was November… It feels unreal, as if we do not exist, anymore. To explain his fact of life called death. Daddy was expected to…
Poem 8 | {I had to give up}
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 6am 27/06/2020 Australian EST – No Prompt {I had to give up} I had to give up yearning for you to come back to a shared reality in which a more objective view was mutual and as good…
My AaBb Poem
As dusk emerge as black is on verge. Book of love opens believing,you are still there in my pages.
Poem 7 | {Season of the Unrest}
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 5am 27/06/2020 Australian EST Prompt 7: Write a poem titled Season of the (fill in the blank). Then fill in the blank could be a reference, it could be an actual season, it could be something abstract, or…