Day 4

For today’s prompt, take the phrase, “100% (blank);” replace the blank with a new word or phrase; make the new phrase the title of your poem; and then, write your poem. 


100% Water


In the dream
the usual high waves
threaten, boringly. 
and a guide emerges
enthusiastically indicating a tunnel
of water 
through the water


an easy way through.
I can see all the way through
- a very clean channel
out to the depths


I can swim well enough but
I think ahead and don't
want to be touched 
by fish or fins or limbs or scales
or teeth


not underwater


The guide says, "Inevitable.  So don't go"
and so I don't go.


I stay behind and clean a sitting room
using way, way, way too much water
pushing high stacks of water off the chairs
with a useless broom


And when people come for lunch
I am still there
waist-high 
serving water
drying the tables with a wet towel
asking people, one by one,
"Thirsty?"

day 3 - way behind. not sorry about that

For today’s prompt, there are actually two options, because it’s Tuesday, which means a “Two for Tuesday” prompt. They are:

• Write an apology poem, or…
• Write an unapologetic poem.

Your choice. You can be sorry–or not. Or write about someone who is sorry–or not.






Afternoon Nap


I wake to eternity straddled above me

two hard pulses
like through my chest

and I seize
back into my middle-aged body

my heart mid leap
my vision straddling some web
of stars or folded dunes or webs,
or schools of iridescent smelt
or more of a story

hold me

my life mid
extending away into four
(at least)
dimensions around me

It is two in the afternoon
and I have no children to attend to

I have just what my empty hands can build.

I run them over the nap-warm sheet
and they travel where they will
feeling as
awake
they want to do

I could apologize for that.
Beyond the dissipation of that
especially breath
earned
waited for

over
starts the enormity
that will devour me.

That's nothing to apologize for.
I am not much more than light.

Flickering:

Out.
Ecstatic.

Out.

Just typed in

all the april prompts.  I guess I'll try it all - just one month late.

Almost popped in here for a bit to jot down my series of nightmares.
['him' in the half-bathtub by the door.  the tattooed baby. etc. etc.]
I should have.  They were very detailed and frightening.


Gonna go garden for a bit.
Nice having Mondays off but there is so much to do always and catch up on.  So hard not to feel like a rat on a wheel.