Like a long forgotten but much loved sweater
The memory of him tumbled into her sight
When she was taking one of her rare solitary walks
She paused outside his door
And stood for a long while
Before walking away
When she got home, hours later,
there were footprints outside her door
Matching his shoes.
Today is a difficult letter. I didn’t want to do the obvious Xmas or X-rated. So here’s something I thought encompasses a little of both – love and sex. For today’s A to Z Challenge, I give you X is for X and O.
I’ve started to figure that Performance Poetry or Spoken Word does not have to conform to specific rules. I’m choosing to interpret the form as an oral sharing of an idea, an emotion or a story. This could rhyme or not, it could involve gestures or not, could include voice…
Some people make you come to lifeIt’s like they make you feel so much moreAnd they do it by hurting you ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ Masochism isn’t that abnormal after allEveryone picks their scabs and healing bruises when they are kidsSome people just carry that behaviour into their emotions as well ~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ And…
Lunch at the cafe, alone. At long last. My thoughts and I dine together. I’m Jill and I want lunch. The host wants me to sit in any one of the dingy corners and ignore the brighter, roomier booths in the centre. I make a wry face so he concedes…
It’s nice to know you that you aren’t as sad as you thought you would be. I’m very boring except when I’m flirting or blogging. You’re doing neither, any more. And I wonder who this stranger is, who sits in front of me. After a month of perfect conversations, we…
‘Playing Mommy’ is a short story about the darker side of childbirth. Please read mindfully. Trigger warning: Abortion.
@ Mehrin: Thank you :-). It isn’t difficult to write poetry when poetic situations happen to you.
It’s as beautiful as a miracle…this piece of your writing. I wonder how you manage to paint thoughts in such beautiful tones:)
@ Pensive: Who’s moping? Its the truth and she was just being pensive not morose. 🙂
@ Echo: Thank you!
a very poignant story ….
Arrey, quit moping and ring the bell!
On a more serious note, its a beautiful thought….:)