Fifteen years old and full of life Full of spice Full of things not understood Fifteen years old and wished I had Just said yes Eighteen years and feel so old Decisions made Time to leave home College can wait I naively voiced How I…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Blew It
I had the chance, and I blew it. Everybody knew it.
A Scene at the Pub
Oh, but he was handsome! Curvaceous arms sweeping forward as he reached the golden lager on the bar next to me. Our eyes met, and he, perplexed by my gaze jostled a bit of a spill to wet my breasts. “It’s ok. I’m fine.” I…
Words I Didn’t Say
Yes, I do Had I muttered those three words Things would have turned differently Would have crawled after another career Would have homed in a different time zone Would have missed my wife! Yes, I do Had I muttered those three words …
We Need – hour 13
Reason to forgo food we need we need not question why, indeed our bodies we need not to die good nutrition we need, says I. We need to keep our bodies sharp distraction keeps the fridge light dark a mantra we need to set…
Hour 14 – Watching (image prompt)
I don’t like to go outside I can see them watching Not them exactly, who knows their faces, But the cameras stick out And I can feel them Staring. So I just stay inside And watch the world pass by on a grainy screen.
Winter Solstice
Day of the longest night when earth, reborn, begins to feed again. Melting snow and warming soil births the seed again. Oh, day of the longest night, four and eleven days hence we celebrate birth and death. And birth again.
Hour 14 – Sienna (text prompt)
The children of Sienna Are each marked apart From normal human children With silver bands tattooed Innocuous, wrapped around the toes. The children of Sienna Are taught in the finest schools Alongside elites of the highest orders Living lives of luxury while adding new…
Hour 14…lucy and bec
They run, in and out of the water frolicking like wild things, thier laughter echos amongst the waves, a light tinkle, Dancing hand in hand to the beach boxes Two sweet faces devils from the empty house across the street,
Silence is Golden
Sure. I’ll be quiet like distant thunder. Not heard like the sirens. Seen, like a Hollywood Goddess. Silence is golden for the golden ones who believe no others should speak.