Writing Prompt

Life is just all wrong Nothing will replace her there In my broken heart

I see her waving In the bright blue sky she’s in I just want to go

Today’s her birthday She smiled at me just now And I smiled too

I flip through photos Everywhere she is still there And she always will

She is looking down At me from her place above I think she’s at peace....

Everyone got sick, Places started to close down, We had to wear masks.

More social distance, Two very painful vaccines, And smaller events.

We still wore our masks, And washed our hands a lot, So we could keep clean.

After booster shots, Things started back to normal, Still some Zoom meetings.

Some people still sick, Now we can see each other, With hugs and kisses....

Yes, I like that boy Is what I say to myself Knowing it’s not true

Ace, aromantic The words make my mind dizzy Who even am I?

Over and over I take quizzes on my phone One outcome remains

I’m sick of doubting I look at you, lift my chin And tell you the truth

Rainbows fill the streets Proudly, I wear my colors This is who I am...

Moment: Kids are burnt alive I see it with my own eyes House engulfed in flames

1 Year: Scenes stay in my head Guilt eats away at my mind Why am I not dead

2 Years: I wish I was there In the burning broken home I am so alone

3 Years: I have found the one To replace all the others Fill my emptiness

4 years: Pain Dissipating Sorrow is flying away Though still they remain...

I found your body In the midnight countryside Cold snow empty road

Memory of sound Click click click of hazard lights Radio static

Hair and hide to dust I bring you a gift of earth Old bones breathe new air

Now gather yourself And let me transduce your ghost Into quiet space

I found your body Live with me in country air Where were you going?...

Sitting on the floor Sharp breaths; Rocking back and forth They can Never know

My thoughts are consumed And I feel oh so doomed I hope they don’t know

I know myself now But am still A bit afraid I don’t want to tell

I might be ready But I second guess myself I will tell them soon

I am confident I just hope I am ready Mom, Dad, I am Bi...

I am learning you How our hands touch, your smile Blackberries in spring

New parts of you bloom Bright through the twisting thicket Fireflies at woods edge

We touch, the comfort Of years between our edges Soft rain on the skin

Love made someone new A deep river growing wider Honeysuckle drifts

I have fallen deep Into the habit of love Cricketsong from high grass...

Umbrellas bloom bright, Neon carrots, purple beans— A rainbow in rain.

Rain drumbeats on tents, Lively chatter, laughter bursts— Market hums alive.

Soggy socks squelching, Pickle jars cool, smooth as glass— Textures weave a quilt.

Mint mingles with mud, Popcorn popping, earthy steam— A scent kaleidoscope....

2024 Blue walls are crumbling How quickly the conjurors are melting away

2025 Budget papers leaked insiders Not wholly true but close enough

2026 Half term Oranges And other even more cumbersome metaphors

2027 Blue walls are still dissolving with toxic microplasticity

2028 Five years pass, sheep are grazing in what seem mostly greener fields...

Mustang roars, wind sings, Back roads map our wild hearts' flight— Soundgarden blaring.

Hard times, thin wallets, Love's fabric stretched, yet unfrayed— Somehow made ends meet.

Storms brew, harsh words clash, Warm and happy home turns cold. Still, we chose to stay.

Sorry’s never said, Broken heart full of regret. Death swept you away.

New dawn, life renews, Past love rests in heart's chamber—...