The missing glasses case,   The misplaced key.   The quarter just in hand, It disappeared at one, then two, then three.   The new coffee cup sprung off the shelf and smashed, A birthday gift, suddenly found in a buried stash.   The menacing troll,…

Prompt 23, Hour 23 Home stretch now! Write a poem about an imaginary pet or person. The poem can be from your perspective, the perspective of a neutral third party, or from the perspective of the imaginary pet or person themselves. *** Sestina – Imaginary…

Blinding sandy dunes A green rattlesnake hisses Aging lion yawns

I thought I might drop in for a bite. A frog or two have you here, my dear? SSSSurely, ssssomething to eat amid these rocks and boxessss! I taste it in the air, but where? May I play with your hair? Let’s just slither over…

The night slipped away like a manipulative lover satisfied with its score no longer needing my conscious presence anymore

I Born in my parents’ hometown. April is the month of bluebonnets.Many pictures of Mom in bluebonnet fields, None of me. My Mamaw lived there, and she loved me. II We were poor. We moved a lot, but it wasn’t hard. We spent most weekends…

Childhood, In Three Pieces   ONE I climbed out of bed and fumbled through the hallway to the bathroom, rubbing my sleepy eyes with my tiny fists, even though Momma had told me not to. I lifted the lid and lowered my Strawberry Shortcake Underoos…

~ D², @d2poetry Seeing end at hand thrilling ready to shout DONE, DONE, DONE! can feel it! close to finish line OH, can’t quit it just need to push out a good last one doesn’t have to be profound just do it could care less…

A Baltimore row-house Over a hundred years old Views of my favorite park A place to read A place to write A cute apartment, my first without roommates One bedroom One bath Hardwood floors built-in bookshelves, and a Tiny kitchen with a tiny stove and…

Warm glowing crackles from the stone hearth as the circle begins to grow. Murmuring voices gather into lilting laughter and stories of growing old. The davenport is getting seedy from generations of hands and bodies. Oils that have left behind their traces; ghosts of friends…