I wrote this for MLMM’s photo challenge #381, and also for yesterday’s one-word challenge, although it’s too late to link up to it at this point.
No contemporary movies
In this old, abandoned place,
Yet how many stories
Might that light retrace?
Which ghosts of the past
Still fill those rows of seats?
Sans knowing these stories,
Is the present complete?
Photo courtesy of Jonny Joo, One Big Photo.
She picks the happy face to display,
Pretending she has a happy family
And “Yes, my hair is always styled
She waits, like an automaton, for an ending,
While companions prattle on about nothing.
Another poem for the Immersion prompt, this time a Rondeau in response to the photo challenge #374 from MLMM. The photo is below and is by Marta Bevacqua.
This is in response to MLMM’s photo challenge #373, the picture for which is below. I’m not sure who took the picture, but it wasn’t me.
The city street is the sky,
Filled with stars of bokeh headlights
Out of focus; upside-down eyes
Fill with interesting, surreal dreams,
Wishing they could be never-ending.
There’s danger in the way this body’s bending.
I don’t want to fall from the railing.
My current world’s just failing.
This was inspired by today’s FOWC: Laconic and the Sunday Writing Prompt from MLMM, “great balls of fire.” I decided to also combine it with the photo challenge. Might as well link up with the Writers’ Pantry, too. 🙂
Today’s poem is inspired by Fandango’s flash-fiction challenge this week and FOWC: Monotonous.
Stuck inside the same four walls’
Monotony, he recalls
Days when, outside of that window,
He would amble, and joy know
With his lovely wife by his side.
Now he misses his beautiful bride,
Knowing that life is too brief.
But feeling monotony dulls grief.
For MLMM’s photo challenge #356 and also FOWC: Therefore. I like this image because it is humorous yet viscerally relatable!
The image for MLMM’s photo challenge #353 is below, and it reminded me of a similar photo that I had taken almost a year ago while visiting an arboretum close to where I live.
photo by Ellie Burgin on Pexels.com
This sevenling was inspired not by any particular prompt but by Andrea’s photo in this post yesterday. Her photo reminded me of one of the walls in my house which has a crack in it:
A fault line in the wall:
A scar from an earthquake
Or two or three, still standing —
I stand lost in thought,
Amazed yet wondering if
The next shake will make it fall —
Never quite the same again
We’ll certainly be in trouble if that wall falls down. I’m not actually worried, but it is unsettling if you think about it.