minelovemisery's menagerie, Poetry, six sentences, sunday writing

starving

he noticed the situation had become concerning. fumbling with familiar feelings, just as quickly his anger dissipates in a fog of reason and compassion. heart-rending, wretched and yearning, he concluded there’s no way he was gonna find the truth.  too deep, too wide, he’d end up drowning in the effort. dreaming of freedom he grasped at the clasp. appeased within he turned, breathing deep dropped his suitcase and started again as if he never packed.

sunday writing – choosing your context He noted the situation had become grim/concerning/chucklesome.

Standard
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

Standard
WeekEndWordSmith

au courant

eleanorshoes1

weekend wordsmith no 84: sensible
photo: “Eleanor’s Sensible Shoes”, by appaloosa

alive her skin breathes
cognizant her consciousness
restrains the howl

efficient miles
reverberating comfort
disturbance aware

prepossessing light
formality desire
unreachable touch

her husband covets
not eleanor’s affection
nor her rosey cheeks

distant young demure
her smile reaches just shy
his once open arms

Standard
3WW

Internet Dating

waking up in an unfamilar haze she looked for her cell, she dialed his number and left a message…

hello sid
it was great
to finally meet you
face to face
last evening’s dinner
was fabulous

though this morning
it’s all blurred
and my panties
and jimmy choo shoes
are missing

i think we’re
a perfect match
but whatever was
in the chocolate cherry
cake dessert
it may be illegal

…it’s all about the shoes..

Bones 3WW weekly three word wednesday prompt No 88: blurred, illegal, match; photo: edalene platform sandal, jimmychoo.com

Standard