My Man in Metaphor
Day 49 prompt: I love … He’s an ice cold Diet Coke at 6 a.m. He is cargo shorts in the dead of winter and fishing shows on Sunday morning. […]
Author Archives: bethterpening
Odour
Day 48 prompt: smells For today’s poem, I borrowed a page from D. H. Lawrence’s short story, “Odour of Chrysanthemums,” removing most of the words and leaving just a few […]
Sweet Embrace
Day 47 prompt: sweet mother’s lips rest softly on baby’s warm head fine wisps of hair sway slightly with her exhale through half-closed eyes she treasures his […]
Use Your Holidays
Day 46 prompt: holidays the days you accrue are precious and few so take a vacation without hesitation
Living Large
Day 45 prompt: large (to the tune of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star) Bigger, better, richer too Only huge success will do Super size my houses (both) Monitor investment […]
Suburban Windows
Day 44 prompt: window (a haiku) suburban windows pulse the post-dinner glow of prime-time hypnosis
Fear of Flying
Day 43 prompt: fly I do not like to fly But not for reasons You might think I’m not afraid The plane will crash And plummet to the […]
Best Letter Ever
Day 42 prompt: the letter L third grade eight years old learning to write like grown-ups Cursive! some letters are hard usually my W doesn’t slant in all the right […]
(Un)finished Work
Day 41 prompt: unfinished Mom’s voice nags As I hit play: Write your paper! It’s due Friday! I’m working on it Wrote the outline, Found the facts. […]
Hanging
Day 40 prompt: hanging I sent the kids to school, Then downed some cabernet, Glued daisies to my forehead And ate a ball of clay. I cranked up […]
Fast
Day 39 prompt: fast Some poems last. This one’s fast.
Yoga Haiku
Day 38 prompt: exercise Practice makes perfect? Then why does my full boat pose heave like half dinghy?
Spiral
Day 37 prompt: spiral The text reads: Fingertips like raisins. Pull the plug – wait. Twist and squeeze cloth til dripping stops. Elbows still wet – plenty of time. Squirt […]
A Meal of Sweet Nothings
Day 36 prompt: cupcakes I think that man is sweet on me. He calls me Sugar Pie. My face gets hot and pinkish As I stammer back, “Oh, hi.” […]
Invisible Twin
Day 35 prompt: multiples (in the spirit of Miss Mary Mack) When I was four four four I made a friend friend friend Her name was Ellie Ellie Ellie My […]
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