SarahJ commented on the post, 2019 – Eighteen – Prompt 22, Hour 18 – Letter to Me Before I Was a Poet 7 months ago
Loving this. The cadence is superb…all but one stanza…and you know which one that would be.
I was looking for short works to review, but this one sucked me right in! Kudos.
OH. MY. GOSH!
I’ve lived this for three decade and just been dragged, screaming from my old normal, by the truest friends who knew me back when, and could barely find traces of who I was.
You nailed it. Precisely. In three words and less.
There’s a lady whose time
Marks in rhythm and rhyme,
And she’s writing a stairway to heaven.
When she gets there, she knows,
If the bookstores are closed,
With the right word, she can get what […]
The instrument let out it’s awful sound.
No matter the time given to practice,
there were but two options:
rhythm OR notes that didn’t screech.
Each screech left Bennet’s ears on edge. […]
Deep into the canyon, the sun drove its fading light
Between the gathered concrete walls it reached, like some child stretching behind the sofa to get a long-loved toy that has slipped just too far. An inch […]
Doodle and Houdini
Were resting on the bed,
When Doodle heard a noise,
And lifted up his head.
“Houdini, what was that?
Houdini, did you hear?
It sounded like a cat!
Open up your ea […]
“You rest; I’ll pray,”
A friend told me the other day.
Four simple words,
And I’m reduced to tears.
Because, for so long
I thought I must be strong
And stay awake
And pray for God to h […]
And were I vain, the least bit wary, of donning, thus, my wig—
Of scarves fastened fashionably with haphazard pins,
I’d have Eliot write for me, a t-shirt, and this is how it would begin—
They will s […]
I will call again to you, no matter what you say.
I will call again to you to lay down here and play.
And rest your head.
And close your eyes.
And let those silly poems […]
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