daily prompt · poetry

Blankie

Describe an item you were incredibly attached to as a youth. What became of it?

A baby’s blanket

Acrylic, blue

Held by a little girl

Chaos was all that she knew

It sits in the basement

Folded and clean

Stored away with other memories

Forever felt but not seen

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daily prompt · poetry

Dirty Feet, et al.

What are your biggest challenges?

Get your dirty feet out of my new year

It was clean

It didn’t have these bags in it

When I glanced at it yesterday

It was shiny and new

Untouched

Get your dirty bags out of here

Walk backwards

And clean each footprint as you go

Leave the place spotless

As it was yesterday

When I glanced

And saw everything sparkling

Don’t look at my new year again

Don’t touch it

Don’t even ponder what it looks like

Keep your old bags

and your dirty feet

In your own year

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daily prompt · poetry

Auld Lang Syne

What makes you feel nostalgic?

Life is a time capsule

Set up in increments of five or ten years

Sometimes moments

It takes so long to grow older

And almost no time at all

To realize you’re suddenly old

Nostalgia is memories

Stored as moments

Toys, people, smells, sounds, places

feelings

while in these places

Emotions felt by smelling cotton candy

Or suntan lotion

Or a certain brand of beer

Or hairspray you used when you were sixteen

A pen you used to write your first novel

The heat of a summer

The cold of a winter

If you close your eyes and you think of a time

or times

When you were happiest

Most creative

Most loved

Most loving

And present in the moment

The comfort of nostalgia will envelop you

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Love · poetry

And I said, “What About Midnight in Paris?”

And he said, “I just watched that film

Again.

And as I recall

I think

You also liked it.”

And I said, “That’s weird. I just watched that film

Again.

And yes I

I did

I really liked it.”

And he said, “Well then

That’s the one thing we had.”

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Inspired by:

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Song by Deep Blue Something

You'll say we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You'll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
Still I know you just don't care

And I said, "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said, "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it"
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got"

I see you, the only one who knew me
But now your eyes see through me
I guess I was wrong
So what now? It's plain to see we're over
And I hate when things are over
When so much is left undone

And I said, "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said, "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it"
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got"

You'll say that we've got nothing in common
No common ground to start from
And we're falling apart
You'll say the world has come between us
Our lives have come between us
Still I know you just don't care

And I said, "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said, "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it"
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got"

Ooh, and I said, "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said, "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it"
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got"

And I said, "What about Breakfast at Tiffany's?"
She said, "I think I remember the film
And as I recall, I think we both kinda liked it"
And I said, "Well, that's the one thing we've got"

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Todd David Pipes

Breakfast at Tiffany's lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc
daily prompt · poetry · Writing

I Don’t Think A Year in Advance

Is your life today what you pictured a year ago?

When it’s Sunday, I think about Monday (begrudgingly, and with pre-Monday morning blues)

Tuesday I focus on Tuesday, hoping to hear some good news

Wednesday is mid-week, we’ve made it over the hump

Thursday is pre-Friday, which brings a smile to my face

Friday is Friday, no need to explain

Saturday is actually called Caturday (cat “staff” will understand)

And Sunday wraps it up and simultaneously starts anew

To think a year in advance, I would miss all this present day living there is to do

daily prompt · Grief · poetry

Orphan

Tell us about your first day at something — school, work, as a parent, etc.

November 19, 2020

I woke this morning without a mother

I didn’t see you yesterday

When you breathed your last

I think you did it because I wasn’t there

Daddy died years ago

In my second semester

I almost failed out

I awoke today

With no parents

It’s the first and the last

Today

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poetry · Summer

The Corner of Summer

At the intersection of lightning bugs

And honeysuckle

We would sit in your yard

And you would smoke your cigar

The highway nearby

With speeding cars that sound like flies

And trains that rattle like thunder

Move on just as time does

And the scenes that were dreams

Remain so

It snowed today

The honeysuckle sleeps

Lightning bugs slumber

It’s the icy road of winter

No more the corner of summer

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