Friday 55: Throw Me In The Water
Standin’ at the edge Lost what it takesAll the surfers watchin’Gonna laugh at my mistakes Cold promo desert Dried me right up I wanna stick a toe in But that surf looks rough Throw me in the water, baby Get me all wet Been telling stories all my lifeAnd I can’t quit yet Inspired by John Cruz’s video and G-Man’s Friday Flash 55.
River Junkie
Where adjectives cling like thorned vinesalong weed-choked banksWhere adverbs form rock gardens, sinking prose in their hollowsWhere commas gather in the bends,claw-like strainers snaring the untrainedWhere stretches of boiling pontification,or fancy turns of phrase, swamp mindsWhere plump poetic pillows,or thoughtless critique, splinter fine craftWhere I fell in love with tones resonatingunderneath the surfaceWhere the play of light around recursive lines seduced meWhere the flow of words is my addiction,a bad-boy lover I can’t give up This post was written in response to this week’s Carry On Tuesday prompt and in response to dVerse Poets Open Mic Night. Click the links to see what others have written or to join the…
What He Wants
What he wants is the first whisper in my earbefore my eyes have openedWhat he wants peels back the coverspries me from the bedchains me to my desk Time to serveI count out my sentenceI need three moreI need five lesshis want owns me for 55 words This post was written as part of G-Man’s Friday Flash 55. Click here to see what others have written or to join the fun yourself.