For today’s prompt, write a game over poem. Our family spent a couple months putting together a haunted house in our garage for Halloween, and now that the holiday passed, I’ve got a bit of that game over feeling. People who play video games know about game over. And people who play other games, whether baseball, Monopoly, or poker. There’s a moment in every game at which it is game over–except maybe Minecraft, which may be why it’s so popular for so many.
I rather wish I liked the first prompt.
Oh well.
Sooner or later you let go of letting go
You let go of what was, of what wasn't.
You let go of what will be.
Even what is.
That is going too far, they say
And yet I am this empty.
The edges of sound
of temperature, clothing, want
those are there, like the edges of a bubble.
And I let go of the edges.
