hey
Mr. Walt
how are you
i’m at Whole Foods
nature and wholesomeness now vacuumed packed
i daydreamed of you while my cell phone crashed
i can’t feel me
tortured girl
i miss
you
grass
you wrote
about it
my feet have turf
pictures of log cabins stored in a box
at the natural museum deemed worthless
Walt my spirit
aches for time
with you
sing
as i followed the silver mist
i could not understand it was her voice
and the voice of the others in their
cocktail dresses
lyrically they laughed in a quasi celestial choir
while they clinked their martini glasses
she accounted the times after the war
running barefoot through Spandauer Forst
and feeling the twigs between her toes
her eyes welled up recounting her Vaters joy
flicking her red hair back in a proud swoosh
she reached for the vodka bottle
Sinatra hung above their shoulders
and nodded me into my room
little green eyes fell unto the carpet
“ja Mutti” trembled out
i woke up to the pounding of first
responders on my neighbor’s heart
on the corner of 5th and Wall
The baristas at Go Dog Go Cafe are big fans of Pay It Forward Thursdays. We think it is a great opportunity to give a shout-out to another writer who has wowed us or creatively inspired us. It a great way to share the love and pass it on to the readers. It also becomes a great pool for excellent reading stuff by your fellow readers of the WordPress community.
You are invited to post one link to one specific post of poetry, short story, or flash fiction, 300 words or less please, from someone else’s blog in the comments below.
Happy reading!
the tendons in my arms
sense of falling up
pangs and hisses
hole in the walls
beyond the sill
pigeons puff in heat
summer i feel
of the spinning axis
loss of sense no thoughts
just empty glass after empty glass
bumps on the gooses i think i think
looking up hanging down from the window
i think im Spiderman
woman that’s me
turn on my water works
over who
last one for the road
yes you hurt me
one toke full glass
new chance
i want to get off
now
those gray eyes
you’re passed out
on the bed made by
the leaders of example past
i remain standing
questionable victory
in this battle of the sexes
Apologies for this not being posted yesterday!!! We hope you will still join us!
Devereaux Frazier and Beth Amanda are currently hosting the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge which was started by our star writer Christine Ray. We hope to offer all of you something that will spark your creativity and willingness to participate.
The prompts are designed to be quick challenges that can be written in 10 to 15minutes, inspire you creatively, are fun, and get everyone interacting. Please post your response to the prompt in the comments below and show your fellow posters some love and support. All members of the Go Dog Go community, including Baristas, are welcome to participate. Feel free to share this post on your own blogs and/or Facebook.
Today’s prompt:
Use the phrase “fading light” in a poem or piece of prose.
Happy writing!
Pershing Square wakes up
fading light but nothing new
i look down again
the apple trees died last winter sitting on the front porch watching the bird bath go green with time’s CO2 no apples no birds they went away forever until three years from now it’s times like this when i think of Dr. Hawking and his warning to Geneva in a most conventional way we don’t know what we don’t but we know we shouldn’t but still we do being made in His image what does it mean when we create in tubes surpassing victor frankenstein shriveled are the avenues showered in teeny asteroids that take our minds to the false heaven while we float in our own shit and we land hard but we won’t cure cancer and while the pipelines feed our need to ride free man i mean really free at what cost and my wild beasts are wild no more floating away on sheets of ice as seen on tv on the front porches of the brownstones on Union Avenue i miss the apples
where evils and torments hide
in the closet under boxes
inside urns of times forgotten
and disposed of like a bomb
glory be if it comes
by light but the night
is a begger and to hide away
her love she stabs me in my heart
the man will leave and take
away what will save him for
a day without noticing the silence
in the hills
of all the tools that have been
given by the only tree of life
depends on many factors writ in bloods
Welcome to Promote Yourself Monday. All Go Dog Go Cafe readers, guest writers, and baristas are invited to post one link to one specific post (600 words or less please!) from your blog into the comments section below.
If you post a link, be sure to read some of the other great writing people have linked to.
don’t be sad moon rose
the groom saw your trailing veil
he comes to you soon
