Yes,
I skipped Day Two (for now). This was written for the Day Three PAD Challenge prompt:
"For
today’s prompt, write a “the last time I was here” poem. Imagine you’re
returning to a spot (physical, emotional, psychological, etc.): Is it a good
thing? Bad thing? What did you leave behind (if anything)? What’s there to
welcome you back (again, if anything)?"
The
last time I was here,
resting on a stump, splintered
by word overload, alphabet
soup stewing in my brain,
trying to contain misplaced
energy, rope it, wrangle it,
pull it back in until frayed ends
meet-and-greet new beginnings
at restless fingertips,
keyboard, or unsharpened
tongue. I wish I could say the last
time I was here was the last
time, and words lived
happily ever after, but last
times always circle back around
to first times, rolling
like a stump, bumping
and jumping over earth’s
word(l)y imperfections.
resting on a stump, splintered
by word overload, alphabet
soup stewing in my brain,
trying to contain misplaced
energy, rope it, wrangle it,
pull it back in until frayed ends
meet-and-greet new beginnings
at restless fingertips,
keyboard, or unsharpened
tongue. I wish I could say the last
time I was here was the last
time, and words lived
happily ever after, but last
times always circle back around
to first times, rolling
like a stump, bumping
and jumping over earth’s
word(l)y imperfections.
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Great job with the prompt, Linda. The last sentence is filled with truth.
ReplyDeleteGreat job with the prompt, Linda. The last sentence is filled with truth.
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