below the
city’s cobblestones
it shifted,
restless and
hungry for rays of sunlight
garden, now a street
In response to First Line Friday – July 21st 2017
Appearances
don’t be misled by
her hard exterior shell
her wounds are still pink
RonovanWrites Weekly Prompt – Pink & Shell
The flight
the plane climbs
four engines roaring
vague sadness
engulfs him
needs a strong nepenthe to
overcome the pangs
boardroom scenes
reappear ‘fore him
in offhand
way he’s told
“abdicate or perish”, did
he make the right choice
In response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Wordle #164
Lonely
the calm nights scare me
give me back the wild old times
we shared together
Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge – #Haiku #Tanka #Haibun: CALM & WILD
Unmasked…
the mask drops
on her face I see
scorn; hits me
brutally
she felt the need to humor
when she wants to flee
saved by skin
of teeth, the storm had
been brewing
her digs were
getting frequent – cream I used
the poet I was
In response to The Sunday Whirl’s Wordle 308
Your ambitions, my dreams
you do not
have to alter your
ambitions
in the least
I will tailor my dreams to
our reality
Daily Prompt – Tailor
New age love
a stolen
glance in the subway,
letter on
a perfumed
paper, call from public phone
all gone with the wind
SoCS Prompt – Book Title
Pardon my French
was smitten by her
exotic French accent – way
she said “Banjoher”
In response to Tale Weaver No 128 – 13/7/17 – Making Sense of Nonsense – Banjoher
Burying the past
it’s not that I don’t
want to bury the past but
everywhere I dig
I unearth more memories
of our love that used to be
Daily Prompt – Bury
