Books and Poetry
Grandeur? Huh!
More like a prison…
Trapped I was
Enslaved in submissive domesticity
Giving until there was nothing left to give
Exploited and abused
Musty old house
I had hoped for a fresh start
Once the bodies were buried
But, open doors cannot illuminate the gloom
Scrubbed walls will not uncling the cobwebs
I have opened these doors for the last time
Grand doors that aided my captivity
This time I shall walk through unattended
Never to look back
Sadje’s What do you see # 216
Behind a closed door…
One may find precious treasure
A rare opportunity
A lifelong friend
Answers to the universe
There is only one way to know.
Dan’s Thursday Doors.
The secrets of my youth
Tucked neatly in a trunk
Stored in the far recesses of my mind
Refusing to be sealed under lock and key
Unwanted memories ooze through cracks
Like a fine swirling mist
They entwine themselves
Among otherwise innocuous recollections
Overshadowing scintillas of innocence
There she is - a phantom in the mist
A smirk upon her face
My partner in crime
The knower of my misdeeds
Just as I know hers
I long to reach out to her
But the hidden layers are considerable
And I fear the trunk will spring open under pressure
Through the undulating haze
Her enigmatic gaze remains upon me
I acquiesce and let her look
W3 Prompt #84: Wea’ve Written Weekly’s poet of the week, Selma, prompts us to write a memory poem of 100-300 words about a person from our past looking in on us. The poem must end with the phrase ‘[l]et him/her look’.
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The Wood Stork is the only native stork in North America. I have never seen one outside of Florida and was delighted to come upon this one fishing in a coastal South Carolina pond.
I. J.’s Birds of the Week Invitation XLI
White snowy landscape
Brings forth light in the darkness
Dreamy xanadu
Gather creatures great and small
Mother Earth’s benediction
Colleen’s 24 Seasons Syllabic Poetry Challenge, No. 11
I am replete with confidence
As I step out of my comfort zone
Destined for the unknown
I arrive in unfamiliar territory
Surrounded by strangers
Surely they can see the wobble in my step
As I scan the vast room of unfamiliar faces
One warm smile
One friendly greeting
And the wobble is reduced to a mere quiver
Today was a pee day
Pees let me explain
A road trip we planned
To escape the mundane
Two adults and two kids
We hopped in the car
And off we all went
But didn’t get far
As kid number one
Had to make a rest stop
We stopped by the vending
Bought snacks and some pop
And would you believe
Before the pop was done
Kid number two
Required a run
A little cafe
Is where we next landed
We could not use the toilet
And leave empty handed
So my spouse and I
Bought coffee and tea
And ten minutes later
He had to pee
“No more drinks!” I exclaimed
As my husband ran
Into a gas station
To use the can
But I didn’t consider
I just didn’t think
That I as well
Had too much to drink
Needless to say
We never did view
Our planned destination
We’d hoped to get to
So our little road trip
Is honored “Pee Day”
Grand tour of the toilets
Along the highway
I saw a squirrel in a tree
I must say that it startled me
Larger than I’d ever seen
A black head with a white body
I heard a shuffle from behind
I turned and thought I’d lost my mind
As in a tree there I did find
A black bodied squirrel entwined
Reena’s Xploration Challenge #309 – Opposites
Little River, South Carolina
November 2023
I. J.’s Birds of the Week Invitation XL
JJJ Interactive Books