Whiny Drivel

This first poem was done for The Mag, but I didn't get it posted in time to link over there.

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.

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?