I Hope The Monsters Don’t Get Me

Normally I don’t offer side notes when I write things here,  but in this case I will.

When I was little and goofed off with my friends Bonnie and Linda on the way to school, we were always late. Our excuse to our teacher?  We blamed it on monsters. So that was my inspiration for my response to this prompt:

Today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt is FINISH!

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Am I coming together

or falling apart.

I think I’ve started to move

I wonder if I will stall again.

Maybe this time

the Monsters won’t get me

maybe this time

I’ll finish my race with them

and

finally

reach

the

end.

We The Forgotten

RDP Monday: PLANGENT

Photo A.M. Moscoso

 

There are no flowers

in my vases

no one knocks upon my door

nobody remembers my name

it was lost to the wind and rain years ago.

 

There is nobody next to me

when I dream or wake or sleep

there are no flowers in my vases

and  in my eternal  slumber

I  hear nobody weep.

 

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Brain Circus

RDP Monday: Today’s prompt is NIMBLE.

Common sense,  good ideas and smarts

perform daily

in a three ring circus in my head

they are nimble, quick, they can perform  amazing and incredible tricks

like escaping from my skull

and not leaving a trace

it’s as if

they were never here

at all.

Why Not?

Na/GloPoWriMo Day 30: Final Challenge,  try your hand at a minimalist poem. What’s that? Well, a poem that is quite short, and that doesn’t really try to tell a story, but to quickly and simply capture an image or emotion

 

Words and thoughts

meant for the page

not the air

the point and click same day delivery generation

created a new art form

Pwoermds

It’s really a thing

it’s really a word.

The Shady Tree

Day 29 of Na/GloPoWriMo 2019 : Today’s challenge is to blend these concepts into your own work, by producing a poem that meditates, from a position of tranquility, on an emotion you have felt powerfully

 

Maybe

if I smile more and dress in pasty oatmeal  colors

and hold open doors

and let everyone else pass through

and thank them for the chance

to serve them, to help them, to be there for them

 

One day I will fit in.

 

Maybe if I walk slower

and think slower

and give up my favorite spot

under the shady tree where me and my dog rest

after our long walks

and scuttle and hustle behind everybody else instead

 

One day I will be rewarded

and be allowed to fit in.

 

Maybe if I agree

I was not right, I am never right

where did I get these silly ideas of mine?

If I turn off the lights

behind my eyes

 

I will be allowed to fit in.

 

Or.

 

I could just be me

a flawed and imperfect Soul

sitting under a shady tree

with the best dog in the world

 

and not worry about

ever

fitting in.

Pumpkin Seeds For Brains

Na/GloPoWriMo 2019 #28: Challenge Write a meta poem or  poem about poetry:

 

Do you know that thing you do to words Anita?

That thing where you bang them together on a page and you

cut and nail and draw all over them

and in the end you stand up and  call  your Freak show of malformed words

Poetry?

 

Don’t do that.

 

Poetry should flow and dance

and leave a trail of starlight  in it’s wake

It should shush you into silence

it should make you feel light and

you should always

but always

sit in reverence

as you read it, hear it absorb it into your unyielding skin

like flowers

in a field

feasting on sunshine.

 

So in all politeness I reply:

 

I have pumpkin seeds for brains

and a dark place in my chest where my heart used to be.

I always write about the things crawling and nesting  inside of me.

 

I am like  Poetry’s weird Auntie

who shows up at Funerals

and laughs at the graveside

as the coffin is being lowered into the ground

and everyone wonders as they stand there silent and somber

 

” Who in the Hell invited her?”