A Little Mystery
an eerie light shimmers,casting the cemetery aglow,the wind throws shadows,threading a ripple of shiversbelow the chapel’s brick facade,lies a small, tidy room;light gone– now cast in gloomsurrounded by the damp of sodhear the creak of old doors, and the whispers of old souls,the basement cold beneath the floor,the secrets lost beneath the dust I’m a…
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When the teacher rolled the traveling television into our room,that’s when we knewthe news wasn’t ordinary:instead, the sort that made parents hold your hands extra tightlywhen you got off the school bus that afternoon,cuddle you closer when they tucked you in at night,and listen more deeply when you spoke–the kind of tragedy that reminds even…
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If “incompetent” were a person’s face,his would fit the dictionary’s place:A walking, talking complete disaster,a lunatic, clown, and flailing disgrace.Pulling the circus strings, this ringmaster:the opposite of an intelligent forecaster,whining like a toddler and making up lies,his head is an empty soda canister.Everyone blocks out his obnoxious cries,except for the ones with planks in their…
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I’ve been meaning to tell youthat I miss our talksand the carefree waythe kids used to laugh– like the world was their playground,each day a wide-open field,sun-kissed and glorious. I have a friend, let’s call her Jane, who is going through an incredibly difficult divorce, to put it mildly. Jane and her family were some…
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those unexpected summer stormsthey soak all those out and aboutclouds darken, build, a whirlwind formsthose unexpected summer stormslightning dancing beyond the normsit dazzles the sky as thunder shoutsthose unexpected summer stormsthey soak all those out and about I wrote this poem for Wea’ve Written Weekly, prompt #221. Selma asks us to do the following: Summer…
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a 10-hour drive, 3 kids in tow.paused; closed; blank exits all in a row countless pitstops, and lines so longdarned detours: what more could go wrong?but what can we say? c’est la vieon the journey: not quite expected;onward? trekking naturally,adventure: remembered magically I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #216, provided by…
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