If love were on sale
I’d buy a whole ton of it.
Don’t be offended.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: love, on sale, and offended.
a ton
have a slice – 3/1000
She sat on the kitchen floor with her back to the counter, panting.
The flour was dancing around her like snowflakes. Her blood and cake batter was staining the cold tiles but she had no energy to get up.
The business end of her wooden spoon was stuck in her husband’s right ear, and she knew when she pulled it out the mess would only grow.
But she needed to finish her cake before the police came to take her away.
Then again, she thought, once they tasted some of her cake, they may just have a slice and leave.… Read the rest
making the grade
The frequency
with which you hurt me
surprises me still.
I really put up
with all that
for so long?
I have a
dilemma of self,
because now,
who am I
without you?
I’m the girl
that keeps going,
nose to grindstone,
making the grade,
getting her heart broken
every single day.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: frequency, dilemma, and making the grade.
Photo by Deepak Gupta on Unsplash
playing with words
Do you play in your daily life? What says “playtime” to you?
Certainly my play with words is the biggest form of play in my life and always has been since childhood.
Even in adulthood, it’s weird being one of those people who genuinely means it when they say their favorite things to do are read and write. That’s me!
I’d also rather stay inside than go out at any given time, an 80% indoor girl, I’d say.
But I don’t mind being the quiet dreamer who stays in and spins stories after sucking them down as fast as I … Read the rest
take me back – 2/1000
It looks so small from up here, but I know if I were down in those streets it would feel endless. The maze of metal and glass, the spires and speeding cabs, the cacophony of it all bringing me to life.
But I don’t belong here anymore, I feel too old for the speed and chaos, too tired. Once I danced to pulsing music under flashing lights and felt invincible. Now I go to work and go home and feel invisible.
But, you will find there’s some life in me yet if you can … Read the rest
taken flight
The fight’s gone out of me, taken flight.
You’re here but not here, you’re there and gone.
I’m left empty, and why not? I deserve it.
Today’s poetry prompt words were: empty, flight, and why not?
Photo by Adil Sattarov on Unsplash
the proposal – 1/1000
He was down on one knee with the open box in his hand, looking at me, confused.
“Who are you?” he asked.
“Bobby, it’s me. What do you mean?”
He looked at the shimmering ring in his hand and snapped the box closed as he stood.
“I don’t know what’s going on here, but I don’t know you.”
“Excuse me, dear, where am I?” a woman asked.
Everyone in the room looked scared and confused but me.
What magic is this, what evil?
I was inches away from everything I wanted, but he forgot … Read the rest
Hello, 2026
What are your biggest challenges?
Finishing what I start.
That was one of the easiest questions I’ve had to answer in quite a while.
Surely, no one has noticed, but this morning I posted a poem on my website for the 68th day in a row. I have been following prompts by my favorite living poet, Maya Stein, and with only 22 days left in this 90 day project, I am very confident that I will finish it.
I haven’t missed a day and cheated even once, and for that I am proud, but I want to do more.… Read the rest
never close enough
You always take care of the dirty dishes. Always. I can’t remember the last time my hands slid in slimy, sudsy soap water. You always take the trash out. You always bring things down to the storage space so I don’t have to go down the scary stairs full of cobwebs. We were so close to making it, but not close enough. I’ll never know what glue I was missing that could have kept you here, but I think I was the one lacking, and I will blame myself for everything until my last breath. I’m taking the jump from … Read the rest