Big Tent Poetry, Poetry


big tent poetry, this week’s prompt wordle

Wordle: Untitled

not much to hold
nor weight to carry

tiptoe insides slip slide a squeal
kindle smoldering sight

crackling fiction flames, weaving
a wake of smoke and significance

tidy tomorrows clause and curl
fire floating pages one passing parade

tangle and tease superficial touch
scorching smile symmetric singe

disappearing boyish memento, celluloid
story he started by brushing her thigh

quiet a question hushed hue
tattered testament soot

left over litter, daylight ablaze
sparkle diamond defy

stir the still shadows blooming
one gasp, a hundred grins

say more the unspeakable
not much weight to memory

Napowrimo, ReadWritePoem

file and forget

read write poem: napowrimo no 5, make your poetry personal. this is an interesting prompt today. my thoughts, we place ourselves in everything we write some more shielded than others some oh so transparent. so giving license to expose all with a creative kinky splash why not??!! sounds like a challenge i could not resist. fantasy fiction art in its truest form.
photo: Massimo Pelagagge, flickr

patiently popping bottle tops
collecting delusional diamonds
pink strappy sandals
a light airy opine

hallucinating haughty
intermittent frequency
especially so the housework
dust so dull
vacuum vacuous sneeze

heading homeward
the company comes calling
normal misconception
fantasy feigning floozy

caught 12 spiders
charlotte comes too
there’s no recognition
secrete spin and stash