Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about something that was stolen
memories often link it
and shrink it
anticipation stretches it
catches it stopping it
waiting and hating the waiting
are hobbies you don’t want to choose
we lose it infuse it
with waste and haste
but a taste of sweet nothing
to do but be in the world
curled with a book or
just look at the sky
think on why we misuse
and abuse it once past
it is gone and you
can’t get it back get on track
like a thief we should sneak
away hide away
run away say that you will
I will too and we’ll steal
all that we need that
we want pay no heed
to the clock tick tick tock
it keeps running we’re
sunning ourselves on the rocks
and we won’t pay a price
or think twice though
the everyday world waits
and skates along fine
with no worry about where we
would hurry back
scurry back it’s still there
and our cares though
we dared we’re not scared
we confess no regrets
do the time take the time
make the time
hold it in hearts take in
filling and swelling
made bigger more room
for the rest now the
test flying colors
of blue, green and gold
flying by through the window
the glass keeps me in
but the air lets me out
throw it wide run outside
breath it in sigh it out
it’s our time we can shout
if we want or be quiet
and dream star filled nights
starlight ridge
builds a bridge between
friends
never ends
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Someone is calling your name
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: “I was listening to something I heard before.”
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about a summer night….
mamas in the kitchen
with the radio low
the kids are in the bed
and the stars are on show
mama pops the top
on a cold one tonight
and dances in the kitchen
by the little stove light
now I’m in the bed
but the stars are out high
though I can’t see them
dancing in the sky
like insane fireflies
a million miles from here
a meteor shower
bringing heaven near
universe pulsing a
rock and roll beat
I’m a child sleeping
in the summer night heat
somewhere on the timeline
Mama dancin like a star
a light year in my memory
doesn’t seem that far
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: If only….
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about a bedroom
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about a tool
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Somebody makes a promise
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about an eclipse
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about a scent
Writer’s Book of Days Prompt: Every night…
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: You’re in a movie theater
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: A free for all
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about asking for mercy
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about a conversation
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about being late
Writer’s Book of days prompt: The first time I saw ______
Writer’s Book of Days prompt: Write about packing a suitcase
what would you take
forevermore
the box is small
so you must choose what
will you use to
make the cut
will pride go in
it chafes you know
better to just let it go
a grudge is sludge
that clogs the way
and bitterness
tastes like it sounds
so leave that on the shelf
and disappointment
bad for health
it rips off joy
stop looking back
your suitcase full
will break your back
or heart just
let the bad stuff go
and travel light
regret will leak
and ruin all
and resentment
seems to be too tall
to fit inside and why
you’ll never need
in fact the case is
dead weight too
just leave it all and
hit the road
stepping down
the white lines
the gold mines
the dark pines
into the distance
dream the dance
the chance to make
the words up
as you go the
chorus all the love
that follows
