Strange odors drift under my nose fruity, salty, spicy, greasy - creating both yearning and revulsion. Cacophonous noise echoes around me friends laugh, babies cry, grandma yells shall I focus on them, or plug my ears? Toddler bounces on my bench, football player stamps the floor, my table, drink and pen shake. Star-spangled shorts, ribbon-ed… Continue reading A Sensory Explosion
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Bookstore
Colors, shapes, pictures line wooden shelves. Not enough chairs for paying customers, kick out the loiterer and take his chair. Is it my fault, just because I bought a coffee? Picture cc0 by Pixabay
Word
Power utter power express sorrow express joy cause sorrow cause joy utter power- use wisely.
Ode to a Rose
Crimson velvet petals drift slowly to the floor, as words fall from a creator's mind. Green shards - once leaves - depart off a thorny stem, like a writer's empty hole dries up, left bereft.
Wind
Flag whipped into fringe Debris flung across garden Sunshine turned frigid. Pic cc0 @ Pixabay.
Rain
Drops on my glasses Drops on my clothes Turning me cold- torture. Driving to meet friends Driving amongst crazies Can't see through gray- torture. Can't park close enough Stepping out into puddles Feet wet and cold- torture. Phone's in my bag Full of my life's photos It sneaks in, slippery- torture. Order food for the… Continue reading Rain
Sun
She adores the sun, shining bright, it ruins me blazing fire, I melt. This is a haiku taken from the point of view of an ice cream cone.
“Fit as a Fiddle”
This is an exercise where a writer uses a cliche to create a poem. She's as fit as a fiddle, wide at the edges, thin in the middle, playing on vibrating strings she barely keeps together all of the things. Arranging, humming, squeaking, buffing take care of her, don't allow any scuffing! *Graphic CC0 from… Continue reading “Fit as a Fiddle”
Dawn Marie Paul 