This first poem was done for The Mag, but I didn't get it posted in time to link over there.
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| Danseuse ajustant sa bretelle by Edgar Degas |
Gray
ethereal penumbra
aged gray
cast outside
curtain call
used merely
to incite jealousy
ephemeral ballet
lured backstage
dark maze of
theatrical vanity
he's embarrassed
to be seen with her
This next one was a picture prompt for the Creative Writers of North Houston group.
addiction
innocence fuels imagination
guilt draws a blank
one weekend we hold hands though we're “just friends”
the next, you find better things to do
one weekend we live in a fantasy world
the next, I'm pissed at you
forgiveness fuels imagination
anger draws a blank
sugary addiction feeds fantasy
roller coaster ribbons entangle strength
binding creativity in circus tents
round and round we go
as balloons float away
and rose petals drop to the ground
The last one was a picture prompt for the Word Crafters writing group. The picture was e-mailed to me, so I don't know who to credit or where to link to.
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| couch on road.jpg by ?
BFE
you'd like me to be adorned in gold
but you don't want to be the one to pay
what I've got will do for now, so...
you'd figure out the rest along the way
you found me thumbing a ride
and pretended to be going my way
hoping I'd save you from someone's crime
now I'm the one who gets to pay
watching life pass me by
living a lie
in the middle of BFE
were you aware
thatcha dropped me here
Mr. Generosity?
alone again, sitting in a ditch
smiling at asphalt to pass the time
I earned your trust, but lost your interest
still pay you honor, while I've lost mine
I call you friend, though clouds thunder
can't let go, though you were never mine
you're smile drives me with such skill and wonder
smoothly rolling through years of wasted time
watching life pass me by
living a lie
in the middle of BFE
did you realize
your lies would paralyze
Mr. Congeniality?
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