Hi everyone.

This November I will be presenting to you a month of daily poems as memoir, little ditties to tell you about my day or my thoughts during the day, whatever.  Of course I hope you enjoy them, but it’s ok if you don’t.  Just move on to the next blog in your list.

Day fifteen is: “For today’s prompt, write a poem without pronouns. This was actually more difficult than I realized, writing a poem with he, she, they, me, our, I, we, anybody, everybody, them, and so on. But it’s a fun challenge to try writing with a different mindset.”

A November Wednesday

Darkness upon waking
ushers in
a day of cold and upset

Sunshine in the middle
hard to recall in
the rush of decisions met with horror

Darkness to usher in the day’s end
and the cold night
Tomorrow it begins again.

Hi everyone.

This November I will be presenting to you a month of daily poems as memoir, little ditties to tell you about my day or my thoughts during the day, whatever.  Of course I hope you enjoy them, but it’s ok if you don’t.  Just move on to the next blog in your list.

Day fourteen is: “Today is the first Two-for-Tuesday prompt, and it’s my favorite recurring prompt: 1. Write a love poem, or…2. Write an anti-love poem.”

Love, zero

Love lobbed back and forth
a birdie between rackets
on the badminton court
or better, a ball
furiously slapping
ping-ponging
Back and forth
Back and forth

Slap, slam, clack

Then over the table
over heads
ducking out of the way
rolling until
gone

Never to be found
until moving day arrives
and under the couch
a pile of dust bunnies, cat toys, and balls

Oh, that’s where love went!