Not again

A blinking prompt, a frozen mindThe muse deserts meNot again A simmering stew, a hot stoveFrozen meatNot again A forward step; a packed bagThe door is lockedNot again Stale words; ancient expressionsFrogs croakYet again Unlocked dreams; a new moonLet the light shineOnce again Poetics

Seasons Acrostic

Aching to go backUsual summer routinesTransitioning toUnconcernedMoonlit mauvesNeons blink from fallen leaves WithdrawnInterestNights are coldTrees look barrenEmeralds lostReturn to oblivion Song on lipsPranksters delightRhythm restoredIn a blooming budNeo-natal smilesGood morning, world! Sultry nightsUmbrellas outMulberry bloomsMerlin fakesEerie sounds to deceiveRighteous moves W3 Prompt #130

Cracking a code

lights blinking in the darkness, but signals do not matchI trust ya and flash a light, but stopthe bridge above calls it a fraudulent moveI'm desperate to meet my counterpart I trust ya and flash a light, but stopWho can crack the code without a common language?I'm desperate to meet my counterparttrust is premium; being … Continue reading Cracking a code

Seasons

The sweeper looks surprised when I say, “Treat the dried leaves with the same respect you give the dead.” I hear the leaves crying out in anger when trampled by insensitive feet. The widowed branches are unsure if they want to mourn the departure of the old or welcome the new arrival. Seasons always put … Continue reading Seasons