Regret’s lingering hand still clasped to the remnants of atrial cities, Ruinous tombs suppressed beneath the corridors of vena cava catacombs, Halls of hollowed entrails are a tangled labyrinth of intersecting lava tubes, Where feeding worms devoured their own escape routes. They eat the wilting…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Loss
Lose the goddamn need to tattoo Your life on your ass And then bitch Because people are all up in your business Lose the goddamn need to defend The political machine When he’s an ass On the world’s stage Lose the goddamn need to create…
Aging
Would someone please help me find my keys? I’ve looked in the living room, dining room, and on the kitchen sink. I have checked the bedroom, refrigerator, everywhere that I could think. Asked the dog, his head said no Asked the cat, but, well you know…
17 – last dance –
I watched as your heart broke, as love died, it was long day and a longer night, l’d never seen you more human, more vulnerable than those moments, your hard arsed exterior melted away, you truly loved someone more than yourself, I stayed close, as…
Losing Shit ~ a lost cliche
I’ve lost my books And my hat I’ve lost my coat And my cat I’ve lost my place Imagine that I’ve lost my marbles One by one The seventeenth hour has begun I’ll lose my tenses As words steep …
Achilles’ Flame
I saw him yesterday at the creek Talking with his mother As she gathered shells For his necklace. Achilles had many a flame. I was just one maiden, fair enough To have caught his eye At the celebration Of the solstice. More than me, he…
Naked
Lawyer Soccer coach Girl Scout leader Umpire, Art teacher PTA auditor Arts Advocate Non-profit CEO Board director Referee Volunteer Room mom Academic Senator Secretary, committee Adjunct English professor TA Lecturer Law school Dean Partner Owner Time keeper Team Rep Manager One step Trip Fall Arrest…
Weight-loss -17
New jeans, smaller in size, New shirts, to my surprise, New bras, frilly and nice, New lifestyle, at a cheaper price. It’s finally begun. I’ve finally won. I’ve lost the one one thing I never want to gain. Even if it’s a gigantic pain.
The mystery of a frog in my jar
August monsoon rain.flooding my garden, that stormy evening and I heard a loud cry of frogs in a festive mood of lovemaking In a pool of water cascading towards a small stream. My raincoats and boots are dripping, when I tried to check my garden…