Deb Schmill
Invasion
The cicadas whir
In accord like hundreds of
Pocket-sized spaceships
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Submission for
Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie
Photo Prompt #2 “Mollusk” Peristalsis (Audio)
Tomoki Hayasaka
Each person has a heart line
A palm-woven guide given
To sincere acts of self-expression
My line is composed of barbed wire
With every confession my scars
Sink deeper, scars being the residual
Of lips that no longer elongate or ascend
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My heart line is defective
Not because I cannot love
My composition is eternal
Not because I lack passion
Though mine burns
For very little besides poetry
But because I cannot find
Within myself that spark of genius
I am then again perhaps I am not
A writer but what of endowment?
What of the mollusk that tends
My garden divesting each muse
As if a wholesome cabbage?
What of my carapace
Which prohibits any reality
Counter to the spineless sliver
That constitutes my own?
What of my wall-crawling heart
Weeping and sluggish in exile?
I am afraid that I will not last long
That I will accomplish little if at all
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Your exposed pupils scream
Too low for the human ear to detect
Your hysterical slopping brows
Taking detour after detour
We do not meet face to face
Or soul to soul but hip to hip
There is no question of desire
No question of existence or love
When we are primitively employed
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There are too many questions
Too many hypotheses
Both judicious and presumptive
I can no longer feign human
My gait forbids acceleration
Steps are impossible
I move through peristalsis
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Audio
http://vocaroo.com/i/s14JBO9IGWzA
Wordle #2 Darker
Tomoki Hayasaka
There is only this moment
Headlights and horns blaring
Moonskin eyes sere and cavernous
Knuckles tense and gutless
Like the womb of a prepared fish
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The scarf around my neck
Sticks in the axle of your left wheel
That queer oscillating grimace
Vital to the propulsion
Of your defecting asylum
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We gather feathers and rifts
Powered Juniper wishes
Which disintegrate between
Our intimating and indulgent lips
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Why must we speak of misery
As if a sacred elixir brewed
By our ancestors and given in infancy?
As if it were the primary ingredient
Of our cellular composition
Like hemoglobin only darker
Bastet’s Shadorma Photo Prompt #1
@g.s. koch
1
I bargain
Memories from bins
Lives offered
On discount
Smiles to fill windowless frames
A surrogate tribe
2
A face formed
As a passion fruit
Smoky eyes
Strabismic
An articulate smile is
Worth its weight in gold
3
Eight dollars
For a shapely peach
Six dollars
For “new” jeans
Fifteen dollars for the chest
Witch bones included
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Submission for Bastet’s Shadorma Photo Prompts
Where’s the prompt?
Encase you missed the announcements. I have started a prompt site!
Which you can find here
Rather than have 1 weekly prompt. I now have a prompt for every day of the week! I have even brought in some talented writers to help with both hosting and managing the site. Everyone is welcome to participate. There are no obligations/requirements. Pick and choose the prompts that intrigue you. The time limit for each prompt is 1 week but you know me even if you posted late I would still read and comment to your entry.
Here’s the schedule
Monday- Wordle (hosted by Yves)
Tuesday- Photo Prompt (hosted by Yves)
Wednesday- Haiku/Tanka (hosted by Anmol)
Thursday- Short Stories (hosted by Oloriel)
Friday- Fairytales (hosted by Anja)
Saturday- Shadorma (hosted by Bastet)
Sunday- Freestyle (hosted by Yves)
I created the new prompt site!
I know I know I just hosted the poll but I got excited and when I get excited well there is just no telling what I might do.
Here is the new prompt site. Please if you can help visit and let me know what challenge you can author. I have a challenge ready to go for Monday. I will leave today’s Prompt here at MLM to avoid any confusion.
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