I knew him once; His name was Lucky.
He spoke in squeaks, this rubber ducky.
I put him in a nice warm bath,
And things got out of hand real fast…
The water bubbled, ran and rose,
Right up to Lucky’s eyes and nose.
He vanished on that monsoon day,
UnLucky washed right down the drain…
For Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #24
On the school bus we did ride,
Up and down, from side to side.
The apple of my eye was she;
I flourished in her company.
Ballet slippers? I couldn’t dance,
But that was of no consequence.
Jack and the Beanstalk was our tale;
Through endless dunes we blazed a trail.
And softer than a kitten’s nose,
The sawdust rose and fell and rose.
From home to school we made our tracks,
And then one day we made a pact:
To be best friends as long as time,
And she remains within my mind.
For she is me and I am she,
Imagination! Light and free!
For Linda Kruschke’s
Paint Chip Poetry Prompt #23
Before this mass isolation,
I was already isolated.
For more than a year,
I’ve talked to the same person,
Been to just one place for someone else’s appointments,
And really had only myself as good company.
Before social distancing,
I was already more distant than ever.
I’ve had no contact with friends, family, or even acquaintances.
Social media? Oh no,
I dare not get involved!
I am my only antisocial outlet.
Before economic difficulties,
I was already broke,
And I don’t just mean not having much money.
Rather, I had no resources, still don’t.
I work plenty, but I’m not allowed to earn.
And only I know how I feel, being well and truly trapped.
Before everyone stayed home,
I was already stuck,
Imprisoned by past choices.
I cannot leave
Without support, finances, work and a home.
I am a caged bird, singing to myself.
Before wide-spread depression,
I was already depressed.
Yes, I have regrets, guilt, if-only’s.
There’s so much I want to share, do, and be!
The up-side? When you tell me of your isolation,
You know I understand!
The Easter bunny brought a truck,
Though they had only half the stuff.
We ordered food on April 1,
A cruel joke! It could be worse (?)
13 days till delivery?
I hardly ate, and he blamed me.
But now, right now, it is enough.
The Easter bunny brought a truck!
I’ve had so many bad cups of coffee;
That would surely put most people off it.
I’m accepting the fact,
For I now drink it black.
And the up-side? That makes it less costly!
This Limerick makes up for the poem I didn’t write yesterday. Why didn’t I? Because I was trying to get a supermarket delivery time before the 14th! Yes, a time less than 2 weeks from now! This wasn’t possible, and the 14th it is. I thought one benefit of having delivery service was timeliness. Apparently not!
This is on top of the other restrictions. Two cases of water per customer. A third of the items I usually order (not extras, mind you, but my usual items in usual quantities) are out of stock. Item substitutions are suspended until further notice. I.e. if the brand you chose isn’t in stock, instead of receiving a price-equivalent item, you get nothing. But you don’t know that until the delivery day, and can’t modify the order to choose something else. There’s also holiday time in between when there are no deliveries at all.
Now add explaining all this several times to my husband, and hearing him complain for the next two weeks. So, this is my life now?
Anyway, if you have coffee, food, and other essentials, and/or you can get what you need in a reasonable and timely manner, please be grateful! And help someone else if you have the nerve. Because it still takes some of us several hours to accomplish (if you can call it that) a seemingly simple, everyday task.
And do I really have to say this? Please, please don’t buy in excess! I guarantee you at some future time, the news will be broadcasting how much food people threw away because, guess what? they hoarded more than they needed, when they could have been sharing it with someone less equipped than they are!
I’m taking a ride in a hot air balloon!
I left in September to come back in June.
I learn a whole lot, and I don’t go to school!
It’s fun and it’s awesome, so totally cool!
I fly through the sunshine, the wind, and the frost.
I sing with the birds, and I know all the flocks.
I float everywhere, but I’m paying the cost,
Because: I am free! And that is why I am lost.*
Amaya hosts “Kafka for Kids” at
Nick O’Brien started crying:
What’s the point of life?
Never trying, always sighing,
Glaring at his wife.
Nicky’s spirit got to hear it –
Whisper deep inside…
Came to cheer and left his fearing,
Swallowing his pride,
Sharing burdens, joys and hurting,
Letting love abide.
My “nick” Quadrille for De at
Having tons of fun at camp!
Swimming, races, arts and crafts,
Lots of bugs, lots of sun.
My freckles are out in full force!
And I’ve learned so much:
My astral body
Will be cleaning my room
From now on!
My “freckle” Quadrille for
FOWC with Fandango: Camp,
#RDP Monday: Astral.
The sky was aflame with the sun’s reflection.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she said, turning away.
“C’mon, you can tell me,” he replied gently.
“Oh, no,” she thought. “I’m no amateur! If I tell you, this fragile house of cards will come crashing down! Because, yes, honey, you do snore!”
51 words written for Sue Vincent’s
#writephoto prompt, aflame,
#RDP Sunday: Reflection,
Weekend Writing Prompt #116: Amateur,
FOWC with Fandango: House
Thank you, everyone!
Once I dreamt I was the moon, bright and full, watching over the June night sky and everyone beneath me. I’ve seen a lot of things in my time, but nothing could prepare me for what I witnessed then.
I gazed upon a woman who wrote all night. Poems, songs, journal entries… But she was neither writing nor sleeping. Instead, she lay in bed, considering a new relationship with a man far away. He was a writer, too, but they had never met. She marveled at how he could invade her heart and home with just the touch of his words. His poem even said he loved her. But how would this invasion change her life?
Suddenly, I awoke. No, I was not the moon. I was the woman in the dream, still wondering how your invasion would change my life.
Now I know!
This was written for the following prompts:
Prosery #2 at dVerse,
FOWC with Fandango: Touch,
#RDP #Ragtag Daily Prompt Friday: Prepare.
Thank you all for these prompts! You keep me writing. 🙂