There is no flame that burns as hot as one set by Betrayal.
Just like that, my high hopes went up in smoke. Along with my trust.
I had never suspected that someone within my faith would be the one to introduce me to the consuming fires of betrayal.
Keep Reading and join me there!
I’m moving to a new site.
Please follow me there.
I am stuff’d with the stuff that is coarse and stuff’d with the stuff that is fine
and I’m looking for you ahead of me, searching for bootprints in the grass–
im starting to feel like cummings!
with ran(dom) . & ,
taking up space in these lines
The $ of poetry
(^also known as the economy* of poetry)
is the stuff of word accountants
who tally up #s and %es
and formul8 !something! like this
and call it art.
*not a universally recognized economic system
by jb white
based on this prompt:
write a poem including the following symbols:
! $ &* ( ) . ,
bonus– include @ # % ^ < /
Caught in the late evening light that fell like a blanket
onto the gray stained floor,
an ordinary man sat down
in an ordinary place,
and he had no intention of taking the stairs down
where the light was too short to spread.
“My feet will be cold down there” he thought.
“I prefer the sun” El Sol. Luz Suave.
So this ordinary man sat down.
And eventually, he decided to lie down,
stare at the ceiling, and watch the evening light change,
watch the white wall turn soft shades of persimmon
and papaya. “I’ll grab this light,” he said,
“and remember this moment”
when all the forces of time and place
came together and offered him a little bit of sunshine.
Today or Fifty Years From Now
In Louisiana, no matter what the year,
the Cajuns dance on the graves
and the swamp comes alive.
A dance they feel in their bones
’cause the rise and squeeze of the accordion
sends a shot of love through their limbs
and they just can’t help but dance.
There is no queue, no line, but a snaking flood
of sometimes shallow water that carries the song and dance
and lifts it up, so high the fireflies and mosquitos stop–
arrested by the undying sound
of life-giving music.
SingPoWriMo: A Facebook Group
CHALLENGE: I will write 1 poem a day from 1 apr 2015 to 30 apr 2015.
– post a poem every day. you can follow the lovely prompts provided daily by mods, or you can just write whatever.