Watch me,” she says.
I do. She’s an amazing
human being; never
cringeworthy. I enjoy
darting my eyes from
one side of the
room to the next.
This beauty, gives balance
to my life.
Not once did I
assume it would
be her.
I’m glad
it is.
This poem was originally published via Twitter but shared here to be a part of NaPoWriMo.
Originally shared via Twitter, but chosen to be hosted here as a part of NaPoWriMo.
Time doesn’t stand still for me. I beg it sometimes. My plea goes unheard. A faint whisper greets my ear, “What are you so afraid of”? I respond, “Now? Everything.”
Time cocks its head back & laughs. It gathers data on me and maintains its surveillance.
I’m free to go nowhere.
Originally shared via Twitter.
wind chimes clink
in the night air
lovers lock arms
cars honk horns
and speed by
Monday evening wipes
its eyes
defeated
she turns her hands
up to Tuesday
and the week
bows humbly to
stroke her ego
Originally shared via Twitter.
“Give an #inch
& they’ll take a mile,
damn heathens.”
Grandma’s voice rang
loudly in our ears.
As she ages, there’s no
hope for discretion.
She has no #filter.
When she feels it,
she’s going to
say it.
And everyone will know.
Originally shared on Twitter as a response to the vss365 and vsspoem prompts.
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