My book (movie) in my head never ends, so placing you in the leading role was easy; your wit and charm give others pause, but your chameleon ways help my plot blend. I laugh when people are taken a back by the many things…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
For John
At our darkest times, I remind you that you love me. I know because you told me long ago. You remember. We try. Politeness courteousness finding our way back to each other. Through all of this, it never occurred to me that I could walk…
For my Lucy
No matter what I say or do. Remember always, that I love you. Doesn’t matter which road I travel. Every path leads back to you. Its in those dark nights inside my head. When nothings between me and this dread. I’m alone and cannot…
Coffee
You are my favorite food group. Thank you for your brewing, brooding ways, your dark deep stirrings, your faithful dry roasted boost. No matter how many lumps I take, no matter how low the day goes, there is always a mermaid mug of Joe….
All in the Moving
The will to move. To sweat. To feel the breath of my life Cough forth from my lungs Escapes me, like a fly. In the kitchen I forget The need to feel the strife Of movement as my tongue Tastes fat and sugar for my…
Convergence of Time
(Frosted by Robert’s words) Older now, and tired. I just want to take the quiet road. **hour 13, written off-site and posting late**
Careful: Contents May Have Shifted
(a haibun) My mama always said there are no good moves. Something always gets lost. Something always gets broken. Some last minute much-needed kitchen item winds up in a box marked Bathroom. There isn’t enough packing tape in all the universe for all of…
Careful: Contents May Have Shifted
(a haibun) My mama always says there are no good moves. Something always gets lost. Something always gets broken. Some last minute much-needed kitchen item winds up in a box marked Bathroom. There isn’t enough packing tape in all the universe for all of Granny’s…
hour 15 prompt 15 This chair
I was thinkling of you just now as I sit out front in you wicker chair In this chair I feel your body up against mine, I can see your delicate skin so soft to the touch thoughts of you walking up with such a…
my furry apostrophe
she curls in, possessive of my love – a contraction of sloppy kisses and tender paws. **hour 11 written off-site, just now back at my computer to post