
Day 4 – National Poetry Month – Poem of the Day to prompt “Random Triangle”

Elastic like stretches with her claws into the Berber weave
She twists to her back and looks at me with her belly posed
I know better than to touch that furry white patch
Pleas to evict me from my chair are in vain
I lean to her and she purrs softly to chin scratches
Just as I twist one second, she jumps behind and takes my seat
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This is my response to this weeks prompt “elastic” for the Six Sentence Story. Would you like to join? Go to Girlie on the Edge to get the scoop!
The Last Day
Watching that large white faced black handed clock
I could almost hear the second hand turn
tick tick ticking along
doing the math in my head
12 times every 5 seconds equals 1 minute
hands sweaty and holding my books tightly to my chest
ready to make the run for it
when the bell would ring
Off we would go and not one tarry behind
at least I would not know
I was gone gone gone
Now at my much older age
I wonder what it’s like
the last day of school
when school is not open
when kids are learning at home
what do they grasp
what makes their palms sweat
where will they home
when they are already home
I loved and lived for those last days
how I wish each child could know that feeling
not to mention teachers
and parents
yeah
yay for last days
may they come again soon
to a school near you
This is the last day of National Poetry Month and it seems fitting to have this be the prompt for this last day. Let’s write a poem about the last day. It can be about so many kinds of last days. What would your last day poem have to say?
Thank you for your support this month and for being an active part of the poetry community.
Stay tuned…May has some fun things coming and I will unveil them soon!
Eyes of Blue
her eyes looking through me
as if she sees my soul
and maybe she does
and that is okay
she already has my soul
in her eyes of blue
Today’s poem for National Poetry Month comes from this Poetry Prompt
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