It was time to read our lines, and the tipsy one went first. And when she was through the class gave round applause, While I scratched my head in wonderment and confusion. Her poem was all rhyme and hickory dickory dock and goo. The teacher…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
My Morning’s Predicament -Prompt 4
O, Kitty! Wherefore art thou With your white fur all over my bed You purr and against my arm bump your head. You gorgeous thing are in my way. O, Kitty! Wherefore art thou So fickle as a flighty sprite So patient with some…
Us
Drama drives us forward. Keeping my head downI run into everythingYour business ain't mine butDrama drives us forward along an edge. I hear the gossip and storiesI even passed on a few of my ownYour business is now my businessDrama drives us forward To tell…
See Life
Take control of your Joy Let no one destroy it Inner peace is the key Hold on tight and don’t quit jj2017
From Above
Viewed from above, the beauty of the ocean is a lie that stretches as far as the eye can see. A painting or a photo: flat and continuing past the frame’s edge. Hidden from above, the beauty of the ocean revealed. Reflecting sunlight conceals the…
Fragments of Ocean Memories
Three Dabbling in the surf with an baby-sized insta-friend A wave too small to boogie board Tumbles us. Sand in my eyes and nose. Salt broth duking it out with oxygen Battling for trachea space. I can’t find up or down. Insta-friend gurgles and…
Natural Season Of Time
Earth moves as wind blows Starts a fire time for the water to overflow Nature’s calling The Earth wakes up Constant movement produces combustion through the wind A heavy a flow of water puts out the fire The cycle continues day to day Earth, Wind,…
Abandonment
Abandonment feels like this Staying out of the reach Of waves. Sitting pretty on the beach longing to mingle with the roaring oceans To be dissolved in eons of life Stay away human You will drown. Shining neon On a lone road Attracting wasps…
Elements of a Moment
Motionless, like a painting broken By a wren’s panic, The wind watches And waits For the Earth to flutter somewhere. It always does Flutter On its wobbling spin through space And time. Its fire within, alive Like us, Alive. Devouring itself As we devour its…
Lost and Wanted
Blindly seeing the countryside as it speeds by. The rhythmic swaying of the train car crowded wth the distance between the passengers. Short phrases in foreign tongues add another blanket to the isolation, enveloping me in my silent desperation. As I lean my forehead on…