writing

Miscalculation Of Depth

Haven’t done any poetry in a while. Prompt from Five Sentence Fiction and words from The Sunday Whirl. Prompt: Accident — The deep cut should’ve been my clue as the visions danced like bright fairies before my eyes I quickly became a nebulous thing, red blood dripping, my spirit hovering above my prone body Opaque …

Perpetually Single

The queen of self-fulfilling prophesies, me Of the dark skin The brown eyes Mouth too wide, but silent Too silent for you to understand The shift in our conversation comes as no surprise My expectations outstrip your performance Or maybe it was me who was too high Searching for affection in lies You meant to …

All Good Things

Last day of National Poetry Month. Highlights from this month includes some haikus and lamenting my missing creativity. While I’ll continue posting poetry, I feel it important to note the end of the month with a motley crew of poetry. I’m utilizing Andy’s prompt for the first. Prompt: Unintended Consequences Word Count: 123 Jealousy Opening …

Fast Car

I usually let the blog sit quiet on Wednesday, but I have this song stuck in my head… And what does it mean to leave? Running from now to forever Away from things Maybe there’s better where I’m going Better than the whatifs here More possibilities there The road calls to me Making staying unlikely …

Sunday Poetry

Couple of pieces to enjoy. First is my morning/night haikus from yesterday Early sunlight Streaming in Rousing me sweetly * Eyes heavy Body relaxed Night sets in – A small wordle from The Sunday Whirl I struggle to thrive To land on my feet To never let life harden me To carry on though I’m …

Friday Feelings

Traveling to Boston right now and need something to keep my mind busy. A poem to all my lurkers. I see you Watching me Reading words that Arouse, stimulate, titillate you My special voyeur Peeking in Breathing me in And out, in and out I open up for Undress for Am vulnerable for Your eyes …

Tipping

A duel purpose post. The Sunday Whirl providing the words and Five Sentence Fiction the prompt. Prompt: Edge — I’m on it. Teetering, tottering A sigh away from tumbling off it Over the threshold into oblivion It’ll welcome me in A release of control I am bold in this fall Superseding my might, my mind …