C.J. Carrow

Writing daily prompts for fun. Finding I am heavily skewed to poetry and may release an anthology in due course.

Writings

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C.J. Carrow

Writing daily prompts for fun. Finding I am heavily skewed to poetry and may release an anthology in due course.

Writings

Followers

Following

Returning Home

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

In the car and off I roam,

Back to the place I once called home.

The little pond for this big fish,

A place I admit I do not miss.

When you are there and go to the store,

You’re bound to bump into three or more,

People that went to school with me.

There is no anonymity.

One employer for half the town,

Entertainment is driving around.

Quite a few are school drop outs,

Drugs abundantly about.

I’m...

Poetry

The Aim

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Every day seems the same,

We just give them different names.

Monday or Thursday,

No better or worse day,

I wonder — what is the aim?

Wake up, shower, then work,

Between — on reddit I lurk,

Tantrums and tears,

Year after year,

It’s enough to drive me berserk.

One day the kids will be grown,

Moved out and now on their own,

I’ll look back with joy,

How could I be annoyed?

I hope that they find time...

Poetry

Ode To Me

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

You are my past and present,

I’m a product of your choice.

Well-off but still a peasant,

Who finally found his voice.

You are a loving father,

With the right priorities.

Evolved from a poor larva,

Into what is now ‘me’.

I love your savings habits,

I love the way you think.

Opportunity — you grab it,

You always float not sink.

I love the way you keep your calm,

Even when things go bad.

I love t...

Poetry

Sines of Affection

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

I’ve always been a little round,

Full of too much pie.

But I never thought you’d sleep around,

Or give threesomes a try.

You’ve always been such a square,

Straight edged as they come.

But now you put this out there,

And suggest it could be fun.

I always thought you were 2D,

Always the same angles.

So whilst it surprised me,

The idea sparkled like a bangle.

Who would be our third, I said.

A cute...

Poetry

Bruised Passports

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Her brother three and she is five,

Home destroyed but they’re alive.

Her parents chose for them to flee,

A family of four refugees.

The dirty passports get a stamp,

Hop on a plane with clothes still damp.

Away from bombs roaring like thunder,

Onwards to the land down under.

Don’t speak the language but that’s okay,

As long as they are far away.

The main thing is a fresh new start,

And that they’...

Poetry

One Full Orbit

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Origami,

Lemon tree,

First word “Mummy”.

Memory.

Why’d you leave this Earth so soon?

One full orbit, but not two.

Never worn: toddler shoes.

If not for your sister, I’d be gone too.

Your little hand around my pinky.

Your little jumps and pirouettes.

Your giggles when your nappy’s stinky,

None of this I will forget.

I always end up back here,

Every year,

I make a paper boat and shed a tear.

A...

Poetry

TGIF

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Another Friday night is here,

A circumstance to whoop and cheer.

At the pub, the usual booth,

The usual order of Vermouth.

Scouting both near and afar,

I spot a stunner at the bar.

Cleavage showing, skin tight jeans,

A ringless finger so it seems.

I wander over with a strut,

Full of gusto in my gut,

I say my lines with usual charm,

She falls for it, she’s been disarmed.

A few drinks later, we t...

Poetry

The Simple Life

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

Leopards never change their spots,

And emus don’t walk back.

Human genitals in inkblots,

We take a different tact.

We’re fickle, indecisive,

“Sophisticated” creatures.

We’re typically divisive,

Snap judgements when we meet ya.

Pleasant when it’s to your face,

Loyal to a certain price.

Memories we can’t erase,

We won’t be caught out twice.

Sometimes I wish I were a cat,

Just prowling on my own.

...

Poetry

Mythos

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

You lured me in just like a Siren,

Guide my heart like Ariadne,

Your love is deeper than Poseidon,

Like Medusa —one look, you had me.

You tempt like Circe’s cup.

I’m Oedipus — you’re Mum.

You really got me burning up,

Like Icarus near the sun.

Beautiful as Aphrodite,

Hermes’ message received.

Like Hydra’s heads trying to bite me,

From love I cannot weave.

Strong as Herakles himself,

I’m on Art...

Poetry

Factory Settings

C.J. Carrow

1 min read

As the alarm rings — I see it is six,

In shower I sing, then my hair I fix.

Off to the factory, to labour away,

Making the inventory, day after day.

The strawberries ride, along conveyor belt,

I push some aside, for too soft they felt.

I clock out at five, drive back to my home,

Just trying to survive, settle down with a tome.

One day I walk in and I see the note,

It feels like a fork in the rid...

Poetry