Our love is simple

August 23, 2021August 23, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 48 Comments

He’s learned me
while I’ve memorized him,
and slowly over the years,
the binding of our love story
has mostly stayed intact.

Sure our relationship
is not without its frayed edges,
but we are still bound
by the stubbornest of wills,
refusing to be beaten
by all those little things.

Our love is sincerely simple,
mostly held together
by old remnants of duct tape
and traces of super glue.

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Redneck Rodeo and Pink posies

August 12, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 9 Comments

I’ve sat here all day,
racking my brain;
with a prompt like this,
I may go insane.

But this is what I’ve been given,
words that will never inspire,
and I’m feeling quite desperate,
might need to conspire.

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/wildflower-girl-meadow-pink-1031520/

Writing prompt: Redneck Rodeo and Pink posies

Road radio blues

August 10, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 21 Comments

He’s been thinking
about that one girl,
that pretty little gal
he used to know.

She’d pour his drinks
n work out his kinks
because she loved him so.

Her name was plain ol Mabel,
though, to most,
she was just a fable.

But good boy Johnny,
more skinny than brawny,
he’s never forgotten those eyes.

Once Mabel got started,
there was no departin;
he’d just get lost
in those long-legged thighs.

She was that one girl,
the one who made his head swirl,
always full of surprise.

Photo credit: https://unsplash.com/photos/IXjuoaUgMZg

Poetry prompt: I’ve sort of been in a slump lately when it comes to writing and decided to ask my hubby to start giving me daily prompts. This is day 2… Road radio blues.

Mad morning mayhem

August 6, 2021August 6, 2021 ~ ~M ~ 18 Comments

The morning rush
Leaves me dizzy
Cars here n there
Everyone is busy

I just can’t focus
My nerves are shot
I loosen my tie
But still I’m hot

Not even my coffee
Is helping today
My chest is tight
The sky is gray

The air looks thick
So I hold my breath
Wonder if it’ll help
To delay my death

The day drags on
I try to stay awake
But my coffee is cold
No time for a break

I sit up straight
As the boss walks by
And when he’s passed
I cough out a sigh

The clock is ticking
Louder by the minute
There’s one more hour
But I’ve reached my limit

Finally it’s time
Adrenaline fills me up
But now there’s traffic
My shoulders slump

My grip tightens
Patience worn thin
Still in disbelief
Over the jam I’m in

I spy an opening
The sea finally parts
I almost jump for joy
As the cars begin to start

The way at last clear
I feel like I could cry
But I choke back the tears
Though I don’t know why

I at last take my place
In the race against time
Flying through intersections
Like I’m fleeing a crime

There’s one final hurdle
I’ll see home at last
Grateful to leave mayhem
In rear views past

Photo credit: https://pixabay.com/photos/traffic-jam-vehicles-highway-auto-3460563/

Poetry prompt: I’ve sort of been in a slump lately when it comes to writing and decided to ask my hubby to start giving me daily prompts. This is the first one… Mad morning mayhem.