Which Gate?
Day 224 prompt: Gates (a couplet) Gates of heaven or gates of hell? We’ll probably know by sound and smell.
Tag Archives: poetry
Fast Food
Day 223 prompt: Fast Food (a limerick) the eats in your kitchen are icky your lunch hour clock goes tock ticky you can drive through somewhere if you really don’t care […]
Tractors
Day 222 prompt: Tractors My dad’s were orange Minneapolis Moline Other guys drove IH—all red Or John Deere—so green I could have been embarrassed But I didn’t know enough All I […]
Black
Day 221 prompt: Black Mommy? Yes … Why don’t you wear any colors bright? Why are your clothes as dark as the night? Why don’t you choose neon pink or green? […]
Hope
Drunken Daryl Likes to hit. Sally wishes She could split. But she’s in Vegas Far from home life. “Ain’t no family Sharin my wife.” You want romance? Just go on […]
In Remembrance
Day 219 prompt: Remembrance receiving wine and wafer I recall my Savior but other foods and drinks evoke different human links milk from a jug, sardines from a can bring back […]
On Edge
Day 218 prompt: Metals silver in my molars and in my earlobes too but sharpen knives around me and I’ll go through the roof
Ten and Ten
Day 217 prompt: Ten head longs to fall backward neck so tired from hours of strain but searching eyes pull heavy skull to scan for proof that all is well tiny […]
Jude and The Prude
Day 216 prompt: Mood I know a dude Whose name is Jude. His mother stewed Over his bad mood. She came unglued At how he chewed Then spat his food. Just […]
For Vinnie
Day 215 prompt: Interaction a salesman comes to the door three hours later he leaves and I am poor
Eye
Day 214 prompt: Eyes round rim of gray-green trades width with black center whose span responds to sun and shade
Short Vacation
Day 213 prompt: Vacation Some people need a week at the beach Others recoup with three days out of reach Renewal can come from a Sunday spent still Or even a half-day to […]
Garden | Norma’s Words
Garden Gift My parents gave me a garden. The plot by the door of daily passage Became my floral cutting bed. My parents bought me books, Containers, Floral frogs and […]
Peek-a-boo
Day 212 prompt: Translucent Opaque So dark and thick I can’t see through Translucent I glimpse a form But can’t tell who Transparent All obstacles clear And I see you
The Sanity of Disorder
Day 211 prompt: Disorder Craving order That never comes Seeking control And just getting some The total assurance I work to impart Fades when my head Fights with my heart Here […]
Beth Nyland 