Every city has a place all-nighter, regulars direct from central casting occupying the same seat in Seattle as in Newark, two cities never visited but I have been there you want your hash browns crispy coffee potent, in heavy mugs (no cups) bacon crunchy…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
My Rare Wild Feline
She came from the forest. I don’t know how long she sat At the edge of my camp, Staring at me as I wrote in the near dark of dusk. My computer lit my face. Must have looked so strange To a wild cat. I…
Hour 22 – Prompt 22 – The Night is for Sleeping
Every mother says “My baby is awake for most of the night”. The cries begin just as I get ready to go to bed. Slowly, the baby is trained by the rule ‘The Night is for Sleeping’ When children ask ‘Why is there a distinction…
hour nineteen
the receptionist’s office acknowledging my booking “Welcome home” i would like to say my dream came true next to the elevator was a psychoanalyst’s office i would have liked to knock on his door and lie down on the couch “Thank you” for looking at…
hour eighteen
the eyes watching me from behind the grass the best green eyes looking at me holding my view for more seconds than my true love the gracefulness of this miniature feline stray cat
At the Diner
You walk in wearing a blue dress, a braid trailing down your soft back, you sit several booths away from me, I can hear your voice like a soft whisper of a song I don’t know, But I must learn, your voice– rhythmic, drawing all…
hour seventeen
at the end of August you were leaving the empty space left in my heart the empty benches before the lake never the same without seeing floating by white swans
hour sixteen
waterlilies floating over the sun your image over the lens of his telescope blurring the starry night I would like to be once more floating in his arms waterlilies floating over the sun
hour fifteen
heartbeat the blood pressure very faint dropping with every degree more from the heatwave July afternoon
Detachment #12
A glimpse of the moon Bobbing up and down, gleaming Staring at the lake. In all its glory Lustrous, serene, unconcerned. Commotion below. Panic strikes again canopies topple over Kids trapped underneath.