Pondwater
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Buoyancy
Where do we all end up when we reach the end of our own lives? It’s only once the spotlight dims we realize no one was watching. Orphans leaving scuff marks on a barren stage for an audience of ghosts: dreaming of a home that never was.
We children afraid of the dark,
Above twin-sized hand-me-down beds
And
Beneath second hand blankets,
Cling to nightlights.
Hollow bodies of translucent ancestors.
Not all plastic child-proof designs look the same. The largest ones bear arms with belly full bunches of mothers, fathers, sons, and daughters. Deep in the hull of a warship fighting for dominance of an ocean full with memories. The oldest of which hit rock bottom to be engulfed by the creatures obscurity commands. Hungry liaisons of oblivion.
Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #23: Write a haiku about deceit. The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #ProseChallenge
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Challenge
What’s the weather outside your window doing right now? If that’s not inspiring, what’s the weather like somewhere you wish you could be?
109 reads
Challenge
Prose Challenge of the Week #21 in partnership with The Micropoetry Society. Use the following word to create a piece of micropoetry: “Lines.” The winner will be chosen based on a number of criteria, this includes: fire, form, and creative edge. Number of reads, bookmarks, and shares will also be taken into consideration. The winner will receive $100, the runner-up will receive $25. When sharing to Twitter, please use the hashtag #poetheme and #micropoetry.
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