I greet my family like an octapus Stomach grumbling like a cranky toddler Driving like a maniac The restaurant is like my mother And the waitress like my dearest friend Ordering my meal like a brain surgeon Fingers drumming on table like Ringo Starr Stomach grumbling like a cranky bear The restaurant is like a…
Author: ANNE
Haikus
Flowers fade away With cold night’s oppressive dew New blooms burst at dawn Sunshine gives way as Twilight signals the night’s rest The world is asleep Clouds gather, rain falls Softly showering as the Ground takes in its drink Hannah is awake She needs to go to sleep now For school is at stake Bill…
Fast Food Yum
Chorus I’m filling up my spare tire Without a thought to my attire It needs a little pumping up With deep-fried food in my gut My stomach hungers, growls and snares When I smell that deep-fried air The smell it wafts up my nose To fast food my spare tire owes Then my taste buds…
Undone
Chorus I’m on my knees again, Undone Unable to stand In the midst of this storm Verse 1 So I’m holding onto you, my Daddy Though you know all my faults You hold me tight, won’t let me fall Even when I feel so wrong Verse 2 Looking to you for your perspective Let me…
Second Chance
A harsh clang boomed with finality, rattling cold metal bars. There was no escape. Trapped like a caged animal, the man paced the small room. Time ticked. There was nothing to do but wait, forever, and pace. Dreams, once bright, squirmed to hide beneath a sea of regret. Alone, anger flushed through his cheeks. He…
Symphony
Fluid rhythm dancing free. Rise, fall, rise. Gentle wisps, slightly nudge. Alone, its finest tune. Solo, proud, waiting. Meet with chorus of wondrous harmony.
Between School and Sometime
(Originally posted May 2017 on TheScoop2017) The semester is complete and I’m waiting for the summer session to begin. This interim provides time for pause and reflection and to consider what in the world to do with myself. I’ve never been good at doing nothing, which is what it seems I did today. When school…
Water: A Creative Look at a Commodity in Crisis
(Originally published May 2017 on TheScoop2017.) I’m sitting on my screened-in porch, watching a storm move in from the west, with its dark and foreboding clouds blanketing the far hills. The grasses, brown from drought, bend in the breeze as the clouds begin to layer in deeper shades until the yard is draped in a deep…
Unmoored: Moving from Private to Public
Via Daily Prompt: Unmoored (Orig published May 2017 on TheScoop2017.wordpress.com) Being shy and publishing one’s work on the internet seems to be an oxymoron. Has shyness kept you moored, tethered tightly to privacy which is anchored deep in the depths of your character. How does a person become unmoored and ready to move from private to public with…
Out of the Heart
The luggage had all been checked and there was nothing more to do but wait. Backpacks were thrown under seats and against support pillars. Some of the kids sat talking in hushed voices, while others were sprawled out on chairs or the floor recovering a few minutes of the sleep that had escaped them while…