prodigal daughter
rest your weary spirit now
welcome to your home
Sarah
Moon,
forgive my
untender truth
your soft light
cannot fertilize
like the Sun’s atomic
beams blazing on
my barren scarred
womb where there
might be hope, still
Pay It Forward Thursday – April 11, 2019
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!
for KC
cracked
brittle
wilted heart
tear stained stars
foot steps quick ahead tonight
path crumbles in the coming of the light
blown kisses of holy waifs of the past who hold the saddened skylines tiny roads turn to the west with hunger
seeking a forgiveness for the crossing into a dimension of dandelions and dragons chasing rainbows in x-ray negative a vision quest of uncertainty where the road breaks into infinity amongst baby green silent hills
in transition there are trenches carved in judgment waiting for the sentence of a higher kind for actions of wasted time
the mile is longer than the wings of messengers as my legs tremble
road of life cobbled in touchstones signaling slowly
daring us to move on
alone all together
once more
whole
paradox
the machine was old and mean pulled back handle bars American Flag distressed were the rides up and down Ventura Boulevard and into the deepness of Sun Valley party time AC/DC now and forever rowdy wives with livers made of steel mechanical ponies the moving parts yelling at the sky laughing liberty cries the dream was fought for no agent here orange or otherwise free baby be free we are your family and bandanas back then hid no bullets implicities and explicities were fought with fist of bone and skin love hard brains last intuition in the middle we are all brothers here vested leather and denim soldiers rock and roll gods women of the temple riding smoking to the ground while the sons of no fortune rode into the sunset of my eyes and your loving arm wrapped around my 3 year old shoulder praying for me
Elmer’s file
pulse of the spirit
controlled by the chemical
lonely is the soul
clock tocks waiting in
the lobby of the broken
window is now barred
dosing is coming
when our dusk has no meaning
of faces we wear
Chato
Chato wasn’t sure what to expect. He’d heard the legends almost every weekend. His fists curled into themselves, not quite tight, not ripe to make a punch. Through the sheet that separated him from the rest of the living room guests, he heard the women speaking. Some weeping, some whispering like the noise of ninja stars in mid air. Chato thought about Ernesto and his eyes watered a little. Glancing down to find a tee shirt to wipe his face, Ernesto’s acceptance letter to UCLA reproached him. Chato comforted his pain by scrolling through his phone to call Chino and the crew. No answer. Chato looked up the wall and smiled at Ernesto’s awards. The rage flooded him. In between blurred thoughts, he could not understand how he and Ernesto had survived so much and suddenly cancer took down the person who meant the world to him.
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge April 9, 2019
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 “blurred thoughts” in a poem or piece of prose.
Happy writing!
What do you See? April/09/2019
siete
aquí quedo dormida
este cuarto es azul
tus caricias se borran
con los amaneceres
tus labios huyen de mi
crueles clavos duros
las aves son sin alas
las flores ya no brillan
los ojos de ángeles
sus sangres son de plata
mentiras quedan muchas
soy de carne y hueso
tus soles de cenizas
sete
estou dormindo aqui
esta sala é azul
suas carícias são apagadas
com os amanheceres
seus labios fogem de mim
unhas duras e cruéis
os pássaros são sem asas
as flores já não brilham
os olhos dos anjos
o sangue deles é prata
mentiras existem muitos
eu sou carne e sangue
seus sóis de cinzas
seven
i’m asleep here
this room is blue
your caresses are erased
with the sunrises
your lips run away from me
cruel hard nails
the birds are wingless
the flowers no longer shine
the eyes of angels
their blood is silver
lies there are many
i am flesh and blood
your suns of ashes
words less spoken 