In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Twenty-Five.”
How hard can it be
to write a short poem
one letter short of twenty six?
Only a few lines in
already problems present
time for some creativity:
a one horned horse
swiftly soars across
a clear cobalt sky.
Drenching rain demands
parasol and shower-repellent
boots to splash in pools of water.
-Poem is my own, written on 3.13.15
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cut Off.”
sardine-seating for thousands
reverberating with ravenous roar
the crowd hungry for more.
But my team is not theirs
colors and chanting colliding
like paisley and polka dots alienated in the swarm-
I cheer on alone.
-poem is my own, published on 2.24.15