The Last Day Stella Saw Daddy Mummy & Daddy yelling Again again always Always always yelling Daddy’s breath smells Mummy crying Daddy says bad words Lots of loud bad words Pushes Mummy over Daddy lets the door bang I get told off if I do…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Hour 2 – Turning 40
Prompt Two – Text Prompt: Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. Age is just a number right? What have I accomplished? How can I be this old? Is that a grey hair? Why does my back hurt?…
Hour 1 – Cloak
“This is how she found us/ the past draped about us like a cloak” –Diana Khoi Nguyen When history had not been made yet, when the outcome was nothing but a thought, a raindrop of potential, not even a probability, but a possibility still….
2013
New Year’s party Taking shots Liquor gliding smoothly Through a tunnel of clear ice In a gym Where 70 year old Marta Learned to do pull ups And lift 150 A time when Deep wounds Left scars And clouds of uncertainty Of middle age Nebulous…
MY MOUTH WON’T OPEN – Hour 2
(Being 44) I don’t know Neither do you nor the dog Perhaps the dog knows You work away I spend my days torturing myself Lost in the lack of you Lack of me Something is amiss I feel guilty You have acquired…
Hour Two: Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago.
POV mumbai suburb small house three kids housewifely chores housekeeping tutoring kids washing the dregs from the smug teacup i told you so it smirks at me i told you so it mocks me the cup all neatly wrapped now lies as pieces in the…
Hour two text prompt -for I can do it all
Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. I am so excited Life is gonna go my way First week is done already Next week is on its way And I think people really like me And like what I…
Hour 2 I’m going to do it
Text Prompt: Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. I’m going to do it Should I do it What if no one reads me What if no one cares What if I don’t say it right What…
This is How She Found Us – Hour 1
Only yesterday we were orphans. Disconnected names on a tree of barren branches. Only empty limbs within reach. Arms too short, fingers too ignorant to find their way up to the lap she once offered, soft bread baked with love, the warm blanket of home…
Hour one text prompt – and how you’ll always find us
-And this is how you’ll always find us after Diana Khoi Nguyen The day was dark and futile My heart a wrecking ball John resting in the loo Overlooked and looking for a second point of view This is how she found us the past…