Living Poetry April visual prompt
Don’t fit in those boots no more
Forgot how to be joyful on the little things in life
Can’t blame the overgrown feet
It’s the fault of the grown-up mind
Tag: visual prompt writing
The Last Control
Grief hit me
like a gust of wind
on a clear day
I couldn’t see it coming
stumbled to survive
another blow
I knew it was you
full of energy
charged with rage
Was that to laugh
at my boring
and simple life
or to stir me to anger
You don’t get to
dictate my emotions
anymore
We were done
when you sinked yourself
in the lake
just to have the last say
Her Lips
This is written for the Living Poetry January visual poetry prompt
Library seems to be a boring place
But if you know where to look
there are treasures hidden between those old pine bookshelves
Her lips are one of those treasures
When she is focused on reading
Her dark hair drape to cover her face
The mid morning sun penetrades her hair
through the breezy window
licking her chocolate coated cherry lips
I’m barely able to sit still
The urge to grab the sunlight by the throat keeps building up
I get totally consumed by jealousy
Library can be a battlefield
Flicker of Thoughts 