From Robert Lee Brewer:
For today’s prompt, write a favorite poem. Maybe that sounds a bit silly, but what I mean is to write a poem about something that’s your favorite. A favorite teacher. Favorite movie. Favorite ice cream flavor. I don’t know, because I have my own list of favorites. Only you can do you … and your favorites. Who knows? Maybe this will end up being your favorite prompt this month.
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eeerr can't do this now.bit of a crisis. i'll be back, as that large austrian man used to say .
ReplyDeleteReally? I always thought he was saying, "I'll be Bach," like doing Cosplay for composers.
Deletemorrissey as mozart maybe?
DeleteSecrets slither down
ReplyDeletehallways concealed by doorways
eclipsed by shadows.
Her red lips, red hair
red dress, shimmer in dim light
as the door opens.
"Stop," she cautions, then
views the intruder, smiles
with invitation.
Case of mistaken
identity, so like him,
she discerns too late
it was not bright, door
unlocked, unprotected. One
can intrude unheard.
"Pizza?" he inquired.
Pepperoni, sausage. Smells
waft across the room.
Memories flood her
senses, family dinners,
Friday gatherings.
"So like your father,"
she says, "thought you were a ghost
come back to haunt me."
"I battle that ghost
each day." her visitor puts
forth. "He's never gone."
A good deal of time
has passed since their last meeting
yet they do not touch.
"You should, could, have warned,
prepared my marrow for this
abrupt reunion.
Why now?" she laments,
purses her red lips, turns her
red dress to the wall.
She slumps, a spider
luring prey, feels arms surround,
capture completed.
"Let's eat some pizza
before it gets cold, but you
must hear my report."
Words tight, a coiled spring
ready to release, trigger
savage explosions.
Deflects, takes a bite
of pizza. "My favorite.
But you always were."
lol! love the last line... sounds a bit saucy
Delete?Is that Reflects? Not sure what deflects means there...So now what? Hmmm...cold pizza?
Deleteyou are really in to pizza's aren't you vic? ha ha. my fav is seafood pizza and a pint - the pizza man paul.
ReplyDeletestraight up on the screen again.......copies are for wimps ha ha
ReplyDeleteWHERE HAVE YOU BEEN???
my favourite thing is unprintable in mixed company
we are born from there and spend the rest of our lives trying to get back up
to drink from the furry cup
our minds it doth tear
yeah! i know she's crazy
but she said that she loved me.
paul paul paul.... double entendre there my friend?
DeleteBit of a disconnect there? (Scratches head) How does anything tear our minds? Liked the first three lines though...
Deleteit's poetry Tasha... we use words for effect... tears rips destroys the mind...
DeleteGuess I'm too literal, lol.
Deletethanks ladies. we are masters of the double entendre in england. basis of most of our humour. missed these comments earlier. thanks. late today. dropped my keys in the trash bin.....sigh - love and peace - paul.
DeleteLeaves turn orange, yellow and red
ReplyDeletea chill in the air makes you
snuggle deeper into your blankets
scents from a wood burning stove fill the air
you put on jeans and a sweater
venture out into the crisp day
it teases with a hint of snow
promises to come
leaves crunch under your feet
Jack-O-Lanterns adorn porches
later children will fill the streets
dressed as witches, goblins and super heroes
The word trick-or-treat will be sung
as their bags fill with candy and treats
tired but happy they will head home
to dream of all that candy to eat
even after the quiet sets in
Jack-O-Lanterns lights put out
I feel the thrill of this special night
whisper to the ghosts Happy Halloween
I like this poem a lot. It is most evocative and I could really see, hear and feel the described scenes. Nice one and a good read.
Deletea halloween poem in april bonita......a bold move. i'll whisper it to the ghosts - love and jack o lanterns - paul.
DeleteFavorites
ReplyDeleteSo many favorites, how can I choose?
Favorite cooking tool, one I most use?
Favorite memory, favorite shoes,
how to decide, oh how can I choose?
I'll toss a coin—heads, tails to tell?
I'd better be sure I'd better choose well.
Favorite which? oh wait a spell,
the coin went missing, no tale to tell.
I just cannot choose, I'll be here all day.
There isn't a favorite I can say
so every choice is any good way,
and I'll be content with that choice today.
lol! good take on the prompt. fun write.
Deletethink your fav thing begins with s and ends in n tash - love and peace - paul.
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