Putting My Feet in the Dirt September Writing Prompt #16- Jonathan Michael was His Name
Johnathan Michael was his name
he disappeared one night
from a moving train.
Did he stumble
did he fall
maybe, they said,
he never got on the train at all.
But I know he did
I saw him clear as day
and when he sneezed
I politely said:
God Bless You
And he Poof!
He disappeared into flames.
Putting My Feet in the Dirt September Writing Prompt# 15 Crimson clover compassions
You could be pretty if you tried
wear your hair like this, wear your makeup like that
wear scarves, flowing skirts- think exotic!
Of course, you’ll never come up to scratch
but you could be pretty if you tried
just a little color here and a little color there
might make you pretty, almost average, of course not as splendid as that woman walking by
you could do it
if you just tried.
Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Footprint
Artist: Tom Thompson
Born: Aug 05, 1877 · Claremont, Canada
Died: Jul 08, 1917 · Canoe Lake, Canada
I don’t want to leave a footprint or two
hardened in the mud by time.
I want to leave a forest full
poisonous plants with shiny berries and fragrant flowers
trees with skeletal limbs wrapped in pine needles and frost
packs of wolves with yellow and orange eyes
and birds that circle the sky after the Sun has died
across the river in Duat
where everyone will know my name.