Disgruntled
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…
Keep readingNot Quite Write
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…
Keep readingA Little Sunshine
Pull the tail of the slipknotand let the string unspool,its slim surface catching the breeze,like so many wordscalled across the riverside.Captured in sunlight,the waves ripple and shimmer,beckoning nearer,lifting to touch the strings of grass that dance along the shoreline. I find that I need structure, a little sunshine, and a good kick in the ass…
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maybewe live on in dreamslegacy wound in memorybound with loveon the canvas of subconsciouscradled beyond our lifespantimeless I wrote this poem for the Wea’ve Written Weekly prompt #204. The prompt was provided by Lesley, who asked us to do the following: Write a Cameo poem—a tiny, distilled moment—on any theme you choose. Form Two weeks ago, we had…
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