Goldy Bear (napowrimo #06)

read write poem   napowrimo #06 prompt by Rhiannon converse with images Select an image, photograph, painting, or anything. Engage in conversation. Who are you? What are you doing here? (or something like that) Stir, and see what comes. (steeply paraphrased) (So what is this silly response? Thought I might be profound, if just a little bit. [...]

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For my teacher, Dave

Memories, you know, don’t say anything about the past.  What they say is how we hold then now.  Interesting critters.  (Take note of the dedication and RWP article given below.)     For my teacher, Dave   I wore my cowboy hat.  My boots were just ordinary shoes, but I knew better.   I had [...]

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Darkly humorous

Darkly humorous   Where is dark?   Is it under this book?  No, just my desk. Around the corner, under those old clothes? Just a carpet, green shag.  Shucks!   Oh yes, the refrigerator!  Surely here. Darn, that pesky bulb.  Every time!   Is it in the closet perhaps?  Not when I open the door!  [...]

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Poems are a piece of cake!

Poems are a piece of cake!     I think I’m a little slow, not that bright. I’ve even forgotten my second line.   And now the third is pressuring me! The dictionary is so full, but not me.   Gimme a break    or a good comma will do. Sleep, sheep, Bo Peep.  Never [...]

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Flood water

Flood water   A flood can come on small feral feet. A flood wants to lick your hidden toes.   It wants your shoes.  Its got none, you see. It wants to look in your pockets.  Spare keys? Or tumble in your drawers, riffle your socks, find an old pocket knife.  A flood has nothing, [...]

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