After The End
After The End The first day after the end, She threw away everything that Couldn’t be burned or eaten or Drunk or used as a weapon or To build something… Continue Reading
Browsing Tag: #MastoPrompt
one day
one day other than being obsessed with her he had no thoughts on each morning over breakfast when he could he drew overly simple pictures of her visions of her… Continue Reading
Being
Being For the best reasons We become parents. The meaning of life is to make better things, To live it fully. They grow and away, Too often on the other… Continue Reading
Two poems
I did actually write a mastoprompt poem yesterday, just ran out of time to post it. So here are two. The first one is a continuation of “Preamble” from 6th… Continue Reading
Preamble
Preamble “Before we really get started,” She said, having removed his clothes And put them next to the bed In a neat pile by hers, “we have To agree that… Continue Reading
That Universal Truth
That Universal Truth Surprised by the desire For once not to rush, the Ambitious young poet, Always on the search for Another universal truth, Slows his pace to match His… Continue Reading
Context
Context This history, memory On memory, scales on The reptile of time, Layer on layer, Builds into something The present can’t deal With alone, shrouded In funeral colours, The grief… Continue Reading
Pragmatism
Pragmatism To have stopped walking, to Not even have started walking, Because of the cold and the rain, And no umbrella, and no raincoat, With darkness coming, would have Been… Continue Reading
Rite
Rite She prepares herself For the feast, an ancient Rite only she knows, Sprite she is, eternal, The forest, the land, The bloom. She bathes in her Beck, muscles tightened… Continue Reading
Anything But
Anything But Bed time. Skin against skin. Quiet. ‘How was your day?’ Understood mumbles. ‘And yours?’ ‘Nothing different.’ ‘We’ll move that stuff At the weekend.’ ‘Sounds good.’ ;I’m tired.’ ‘So… Continue Reading