crushed dreams languishing in a forgotten trash bin finally rescued ****** I wrote this after realizing it’s been over a year since I started writing poetry again.
table thirty two is where I wait for my muse please don’t stand me up
my fingers retreat and curl into the warm spot your hand abandoned ********** Today’s challenge for NaPoWriMo was to write a sad poem with simple words, using this poem by Craig Morgan Teicher as an example. I hope I succeeded!
footsteps of the mind echo and reverberate in the lonely night ******** Thank you Go Dog Go Cafe for Tuesday’s prompt!
the quiet kindness the cruel truths left unspoken the words left unsaid **************** Thank you Dverse for the prompt!
Empty parking deck High heel clicks echo, quicking eager to escape
bathed in rosy glow metal clangs, men shout commands striking up the band
corporate dress code black suit, ivory button-down battle armor
my faint reflection apparates in a glass door a faded spirit
I sense the change in the air almost too late. I inhale the scent of frost, decaying leaves, a distant fire and realize the sun has almost set. I quietly slip out my back door, away from my new wife and our little baby. Once I’m out of view of the neat row of houses I race towards the woods. I run until my breath is ragged and the last rays of sunlight fade among the trees. I crouch, hunched over, waiting, waiting, until the pain comes. It shoots down my spine, every vertebrae flexing, and spreads out to every extremity. I feel my back press against a tree limb that moments ago was several feet above me. My hands clench, toes curl, and I scream and scream until the screams finally become howls. cloaked in the blue cold the full moon illuminates an unraveling