A Story Where

A story where I write about you, but you’re covered in changes.
With enough rearranges,
That someone could believe,
At least, a bit more than me.

A story where I write about you, but as tiny rabbit.
Hit by a car, truck, or train.
And all I can see is the skewed
View from the street.
Heatwaves and blood.
Snapped neck,
Gristle and bone,
Dark halo.

Heart
Slowly
Slowly
Slowing.

A story where I write about you, but you’re not such a dick.
You climb from the contraption,
Just to see what happened.
Spot the small bunny with eyeballs loose,
Runny.

A story where I write about you, but you’re hidden in
Flickers of allegory.
Splashes of enlightenment.

You with your hands on your hips.
And a sick smile on your lips,
Lift my broken body
With the tip of your shoe.

A story where I write about you, but the fantasy is waning.
And the truth is regaining.
So, when I go flying, I’m not that surprised.

I twist in the air.
Search for the semi, fox, or plane,
That will finish me off,
Instead of your face.

A story where I write about you, but this time I get it.
I can write all I want,
Reconstruct.
Make excuses.
But truth will out
And
It’s time for me to accept
That you’re just a fucker.
And
I have no regret.

Poem 4

Long thin tail, dark corner
Lift the cardboard
Small rat, not moving
Muddled brown
Frown at swarming flies and accompanying smell
Death reigns, dried blood
Burnt sienna
Plastic shopping bag glove
Grip on the rat
Slough of skin, plop of muscle nut-brown
New glove:
Tawny rat puppet

Poem 4: Focuses on repeating a single color throughout the poem. Personal thoughts – everyone else wrote about beauty, flowers, longing, etc. I wrote about a personal experience.

Mighty 5 in fifty minutes Poem Workshop by Margaret Pettis attended during the LUW 2017 Fall Conference.

Sweetie Pie

Can you believe it? A perfect little fluff ball all curled up, purring in my lap.

She’s the most wonderful, soft, cuddly, tiny sweetheart ever.

Such a good Kitty.

Hey, let me see her! It’s my turn!

No, stop. Let go!

Ow! Bad Kitty! Mom!

Girls. Calm down. Kitties can be both. Good and bad do exist. Even in something precious.

3rd edition
Word count: 61

First Haiku-2

Musical Dreams

Oh how I long
for a romantic song
Not
about co-dependence and
lack of boundary keeping.

Make it mainstream
With thoughts for the teens
To ponder
Perseverate
And perhaps inspire change.

Communication and
owning what’s yours
Admitting a wrong
and forgiving.

A new world will begin
One we wish we lived in
But never realized it’s ours
for the making.