There once was a man in Sydney,
Who tried to write poetry.
As the hours went by,
You could hear him cry,
“This all might be too much for me.”
#5 Writen with the student I tutor
Vegas
Creamy white
Sleeping,staring, playing
He is my best friend
My dog Vegas
1pm Poem
The Butterfly
Wings flutter
Basking in the sun
And the flowers’ sweet perfume
Bright spots –
Hidden beauty now exposed
The butterfly emerges from her cocoon
Sam Vimes’ Kyrielle
With rolling gait to last throughout the day
On cobblestones trod many times before
The copper’s beat, that old familiar way
On night patrol, in company with Law
The titles to my name are so much sham
For making idiots react with awe
My mirror shows me still the same old Sam
On night patrol, in company with Law
The terrier, I always find my mark
With Sybil as my anchor, I’m secure
The truth cannot stay shrouded in the dark,
On night patrol, in company with Law
Prompt: A persona poem
Form: Kyrielle
We haven’t been apart long
but the void is chewing at my
Heart
For wishing you were here
is all I can so
~.%
Sisters
we ran out into the field of green grass
with small white flowers that were
scattered everywhere like stars on a summer sky,
tripping with laughter,
in bare feet and yellow sun dresses
that our mother made on grandma’s
sewing machine.
you said, i can fly!
and i said, show me!
we ran some more, until our legs gave out,
and we bumped into each other like blind butterflies.
we laid down in a patch of grass
that crunched beneath our bodies,
turned onto our backs,
held each other’s hands,
and flew.
My Sister
She doesn’t wake me up
Stays awake with me
The master of all chores
She helps in mine too..
Youger than me
keeps me cheerful
behaves like an elder sometimes
but hugs me like a child..
We are totally mean
Just in fights
It takes only minutes
to be laughing together..
My secret keeper
my friend
A troublemaker
My well wisher
My home
She is my sister