Small poems, big thoughts
"Midnight Snack"
Deep in the black, I feel nothing
but I see everything that I want to
wish it into existence. Deep in the
black, I am disturbed knowing
that I am closer to death than birth.
"Picture Day"
I ran into the bathroom.
I can see my face, but it isn’t mine.
My teeth fall out. They’re the shape of hearts.
I panic trying to put them back in.
What am I going to do? It’s picture day.
So relatable
Thank you for featuring my poem!
Try to get there
Escher’s stairs to all directions
Red door on each landing
Mail box key finally found
Unreadable receipts locked inside
Ooh this is good
Thank you
Okay, I love 5-line poems and need to start trying out these prompts. Thank you!
Looking forward to reading your first one with us!
YES, you can fly—watch!
Onlookers surround, curious
She lifts … hovers … Supermans
Gasps! Eyes, mouths open. Awe.
So easy… Bed. Bam! Awww.
Give me a moment to feel good about wanting to weep. Give me another to tell myself it's OK that I can not. Still, this moment isn't any less cathartic.
"Us Midlife Women"
Too many of us midlife women, we were raised to be polite, not brave.
Taught to soothe egos, keep the peace.
But the tough women before us and the bold babes now,
They deserve our jaws unhinged, our voices raised.
Silence for peace in today's America is a borrowed shield.
This is my submission for the 5-line surrealist dream prompt:
HICCUPS
Glass grows from her fingertips
She says no one's allowed here
so I ask why she's here
All entirety collapses in on her answer
the hiccups of spacetime are getting severe
Supermarket
Hey, you! A man
Shouts at me.
I'm not coming back, I say
As I leave the supermarket,
And he throws his teeth at me.
Dream Job
Digging up the garden with a silver spoon
each helping drenched in blood
from the oozing corpse with yellow socks
patiently awaiting an earthy berth,
pale benediction and courteous worms
thanks for the likes and the feature and the cool analysis
prompt 1:
The Song of Wild Geese
The mold will not hold the letters of the English alphabet, they fly nelly nilly
Into the pilot’s eye, who says all the houses look the same, let’s land here
The last branch breaks with the congressman dangling, where wild geese,
Their geese eyes gone, try not to fall in, singing My Sadness Is Not My Own,
Which scratches and honks and repeats the whole loopity day long.
prompt #1 I go and look for you
hazy edges of your profiles but I know to define family. We are sat at a table, shapeless.
as the cook serves the pizza, he warns me of the quiet, and the harsh green walls scream absence.
I had forgotten the loudness of your presence
Prompt #1: "Playmates"
You are pulling my hair until
it turns into the road that leads me back to you.
We are playing dolls in the dollhouse,
only we are the dolls and ourselves, and
the world is so large we get lost in it.
Prompt #1: "Water birth"
I am giving birth in a water bath of petroleum jelly
and the doctors and nurses and midwives all crowd round
because a baby hasn’t been born here in weeks, months, years.
But when they yank him from me he is only a fat gold watch, ticking.
They drop him in the water and the ticking stops.
#1 prompt
Grace
I loved how we talked in the middle of night
Your thoughts emerged as the spark of light
My heart fluttered ,with a smile on my face
How could you stur such calm , such grace,
When for me, it wasn't such an easy place?
"Midnight Snack"
Deep in the black, I feel nothing
but I see everything that I want to
wish it into existence. Deep in the
black, I am disturbed knowing
that I am closer to death than birth.
"Picture Day"
I ran into the bathroom.
I can see my face, but it isn’t mine.
My teeth fall out. They’re the shape of hearts.
I panic trying to put them back in.
What am I going to do? It’s picture day.
So relatable
Thank you for featuring my poem!
Try to get there
Escher’s stairs to all directions
Red door on each landing
Mail box key finally found
Unreadable receipts locked inside
Ooh this is good
Thank you
Okay, I love 5-line poems and need to start trying out these prompts. Thank you!
Looking forward to reading your first one with us!
YES, you can fly—watch!
Onlookers surround, curious
She lifts … hovers … Supermans
Gasps! Eyes, mouths open. Awe.
So easy… Bed. Bam! Awww.
Give me a moment to feel good about wanting to weep. Give me another to tell myself it's OK that I can not. Still, this moment isn't any less cathartic.
"Us Midlife Women"
Too many of us midlife women, we were raised to be polite, not brave.
Taught to soothe egos, keep the peace.
But the tough women before us and the bold babes now,
They deserve our jaws unhinged, our voices raised.
Silence for peace in today's America is a borrowed shield.
This is my submission for the 5-line surrealist dream prompt:
HICCUPS
Glass grows from her fingertips
She says no one's allowed here
so I ask why she's here
All entirety collapses in on her answer
the hiccups of spacetime are getting severe
Supermarket
Hey, you! A man
Shouts at me.
I'm not coming back, I say
As I leave the supermarket,
And he throws his teeth at me.
Dream Job
Digging up the garden with a silver spoon
each helping drenched in blood
from the oozing corpse with yellow socks
patiently awaiting an earthy berth,
pale benediction and courteous worms
thanks for the likes and the feature and the cool analysis
prompt 1:
The Song of Wild Geese
The mold will not hold the letters of the English alphabet, they fly nelly nilly
Into the pilot’s eye, who says all the houses look the same, let’s land here
The last branch breaks with the congressman dangling, where wild geese,
Their geese eyes gone, try not to fall in, singing My Sadness Is Not My Own,
Which scratches and honks and repeats the whole loopity day long.
prompt #1 I go and look for you
hazy edges of your profiles but I know to define family. We are sat at a table, shapeless.
as the cook serves the pizza, he warns me of the quiet, and the harsh green walls scream absence.
I had forgotten the loudness of your presence
Prompt #1: "Playmates"
You are pulling my hair until
it turns into the road that leads me back to you.
We are playing dolls in the dollhouse,
only we are the dolls and ourselves, and
the world is so large we get lost in it.
Prompt #1: "Water birth"
I am giving birth in a water bath of petroleum jelly
and the doctors and nurses and midwives all crowd round
because a baby hasn’t been born here in weeks, months, years.
But when they yank him from me he is only a fat gold watch, ticking.
They drop him in the water and the ticking stops.
#1 prompt
Grace
I loved how we talked in the middle of night
Your thoughts emerged as the spark of light
My heart fluttered ,with a smile on my face
How could you stur such calm , such grace,
When for me, it wasn't such an easy place?