April 9th poems
Today’s prompt is to choose a word (any word) and then write a poem either about that word or using that word in different ways. Be sure to point out which word you’re writing about.
Wind
Wind, I’ve had enough.
You knock the wind right out of me.
And make me want to pass you
by.
You are an ill wind that pulls the
wrinkle tin from the roof of the old barn.
The winds of change do not bode well for you.
If wind of this gets out, the four winds will bear down
upon you like the winds of war.
Yes, if I catch wind of your windiness
around my farm again I will be forced to
ride close to the wind
and stay downwind
until I can wind you round
my little finger, wind up this ditty
and wind down my day.
–Candace
Empty
Empty words.
Empty promises.
feeling empty?
Empty pockets.
Empty shelves.
The jar’s half-empty.
Empty rooms.
Empty hearts.
Runnin’ on empty.
Empty moments.
Empty days.
Empty lives.
Empty tomb–
which fills.
(word)
BARRACUDA
Not just a fish, but
April 13th, 2008 at 6:58 pmMalice dressed in silver scales.
A hunter.
A predator.
A survivor,
Wily and vicious.
Sharp teeth to rip and tear
Below eyes that glare with
Primitive nothingness.
You know, I’ve worked with a few of these
Along the way.