poetry, Poetry Forms

Mary’s Flocked Christmas Tree Mess Up

branch cold freezing frost
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some say Mary lied
she said her Christmas tree died
truth is I will tell
she bleached the thing to pure hell
after seeing Christmas ads

trees in flocking white
she had to have one like that
and the efforts were a fright
trying to keep up with Jones
impressions for others cost

you’d think by now she’d
learn about these things for sure
so many things tried
cost more than she can afford
keeping up with the Joneses

never made much sense
Mary proved it much too much
when she flocked up the
Christmas tree, oh poor Mary
what’s she gonna do?

…..

This is in response to this: Living Poetry Prompt

poetry

Stones of the Graveyard

GRaveyard Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash

Stones of the graveyard
Once lived in the hills yonder
Where the owls hooted

at night

Still, you can hear their longing
For that place they once called home

Oh, why did they take
All those stones from the mountain
Making it a platte

of water

Only to rest around death
Leaving souls to wonder why

Could they not see
That which is natural stone

Had a place to be

Called away from nature’s home
Crumbling for the last of life

Only death could find
A better way to live than this
Ashes forth and gone
Leaving the life instead for
Many birds and many songs

…..

This is in response to the Living Poetry December Visual Poetry Prompt

Perhaps you would like to join in.

 

poetry, Short Fiction, short story

Fired Up

yellow flame
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First, he saw the email with the subject line: Fired
Immediately perspiring, drenched with dread, he opened it
Relief came quickly when he realized the truth
Evidently, there was a typo with what was meant to be said on that subject line
Delayed office hours today are because of a fire in the break room, all staff are to come    in at noon for a lesson on fire safety
Ulysses was relieved with the news until he remembered the charred bagel he tossed in    the trash when he left the night before
Pressure built in the back of his head as he started his day

Thanks to Living Poetry for this prompt! Go HERE to take a look!