Hello again,
This is the final week of Poetry Fridays. I realize that the month doesn’t end until tomorrow, but I think four and a bit weeks of poetry is quite enough! Plus, it will give me time to work out the kinks for next month’s Short Story Challenge!
That’s right. You heard (read) correctly. Next months challenge (in conjunction with the challenge set forth from the brand spanking new writing group I joined) is to write 500 words/week the end result being a short story. My personal challenge will be not to edit the crap out of my 500 words.
Anyways, Please enjoy the last Poetry Friday!
Saturday
All that’s left are the creaks
and groans
and aching of a worn out facade
A blue glowing 3:00
A dim shadowed wall
The gurgles of a near empty fish tank
and endless inner dialogue.
Sunday
Our skin, turned caramel by the June sun
Kissed by smoke and reaking of burnt logs and marshmallows
Sticky, burnt fingers, and melted rubber shoes.
guitar riffs, and dirty jokes.
Monday
He laughs so hard sometimes
That he struggles to stand.
Holding his stomach,
he bends over, wobbly and drunk
on the moment.
The laughter subsides,
with a sigh.
He wipes the tears from his eyes,
only to be reminded of their cause
and again, he’s on the floor
gasping for air in between the chortles
Music to an auntie’s ears.
Tuesday- Getting a little weird. Sympathetic Zombie Poetry
Zombie
My skin is ragged,
My clothes are torn
And you would deny me?
This cureless disease burns though my veins
my mouth on fire, my thirst unquenchable
my hunger rips through me
I am nothing, but demand and desire
I am the drowning man
And only you can be my saviour.
I am your mother, your brother, your best friend
Yet you would rather free me from my head
than sacrifice yours?
When all I want is a nibble.
A tiny morsel,
of your pink, fluffy, delicious
brains.
Wednesday
Coca-Cola in the morning
makes me a happy camper.
The wildly innappropriate sugar rush
the fizzy tongue tickling bubbles
So much better than bitter black coffee,
too hot for summer.
I will drink my sin.
Thursday
I haven’t finished my book for book club
I’m only half way through
oops.
Friday
This is the last poem of Poetry Friday
A wild experiance it was
and by wild I mean boring
and by boring I mean
well boring.
This really isn’t a poem,
I should be ashamed of myself
but at least it’s words right?
right?
oh whatever.
So that’s it folks. The final installment of poetry Friday! Next friday you will be subjected to 500 word/week Fridays! I have an outline of what I am going to be working on, but unless inspiration strikes and I find myself unable to control the great words from pouring from my fingers, I’m not going to start until probably Monday. Anyhoo! Enjoy your long weekend (or rather, I will enjoy mine!)
(Side note: crochet blankie almost done, just need to sew in the ends, which will be happeneing tonight (would have happened last night if I didn’t lose my damn darning needle in the couch!) anyways, pics will be up later tonight (with luck))