The final day? Already? Well, I made it through, but not on the highest level… (usual round-up post to follow tomorrow, hopefully) The final prompt: things the happen again and again.
Screams, bullets, fear, death
Giant skulls devouring the world
Woken by cold sweat
(of course, it had to be dark – you know this blog. And nightmares oftenn do return, unfortunately)
Weekends are the busiest. Today’s prompt: a concrete noun.
Hop like drip like drop
Loud to disturb every sleep
Tiny green slips from sight
(there are haiku about frogs. better ones, that is)
Busy, as usual. Today’s prompt: skeltonic.
Easy pie
May soon die
As down I lie
To taste some rhye
Where does it lead
This humming beat
To dancing sound
All year around
(does it work that way? Probably not)
I’m eating grapes and today’s prompt is taste. A match made in heaven.
Little water drops popping
Sour skin melting with sweet flesh
At the end: nothing
Sports. Muscles. Good. Today’s prompt: future archaeology.
A round shard, broken
Reflecting the sun, rainbows
Something written, “Dance Mix”
Neighbors banging on walls. As they do at ten p.m. Today’s prompt: a small space.
Water dripping down
Keeping me warm, calming me
Wish I weren’t alone
(yes, that’s a shower)
On the go. Today’s prompt: ekphrasis.
We dwell inbetween
To make up for words unknown
Forever we laugh
Weekend. Over. Again. Today’s prompt: double elevenie.
Glass
Cuts skin
On the table
But I feel nothing
PainBlanket
Warms skin
On the sofa
But I feel nothing
Dread
(I’m not suicidal, no worries)
Happy Earth Day, hope you marched for science in one way or another! Today’s prompt: a georgic.
A simple gesture to start
Opening up to feed trust
Friendship, so fragile
Busy cooking. Today’s prompt: something overheard.
I should do that, maybe
If it doesn’t help me, I should
Should I shall I should?
(does it make sense? does it matter? have I overheard any of this?!)
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