A little of everything. I love to eat ice cream in winter, with hot cherries. Number five was very emotional. And the last one was kinda creepy in a Dorian Grey way. Don't you get sick again, what we would miss! On to next week.
ii I have this forsythia bush in my garden, it screamed look at me! Write a haiku. iii Always welcome to hop on my bike. ; (v)I read a book and wrote it for the main character, the same with (vii).
Thank you for your comments, Parker. I'm enjoying this too. Looking forward to next week.
Thanks, Tim! I'm glad you like my daily poetry. I look different at my world right now, always searching for inspiration. Exciting. Glad you're on board too!
April 1: I’m glad you’re in. It will definitely stick. April 2: cute April 3: *grin* April 4: I ‘d call this ‘Prayer for winter to finally f* off’ very nicely phrased. April 5: My favorite! What I wrote in the thread. April 6: All kind of recipes are circling around in my head. Yum! April 7: A close second. I really love your multi-logue. J
I.
Fool: Stupid, silly, harmlessly deranged?
Or just a person who enjoys something too much?
Fool: Hoodwinked, mocked, played, tricked?
Or just a dessert of pureed fruit mixed with cream?
II.
Only a thin line,
A hint of yellow and green,
Will soon spring open.
III.
Black leather, smooth and worn,
molded around me in years.
I feel as anew born,
now the first outing nears.
You are waiting for me,
looking so hot in your gear.
Eyes are shining with glee,
I’m so happy we’re qu
I'm glad. To be honest, I felt a little bad. I tried to move words around, but it came always back to the first version.
Thanks, for the forgiving comment.
I.
The promise you made that night with your word,
your body, became music in my blood,
and let me form lines of songs yet unheard
to open the cage and free my black bird.
II.
His word does not taste of sun-warmed earth,
licked off my body in playful mirth.
Tonight it is dark and reeks of death.
With my song I strive to prove its worth.
Mirror, Mirror
Holding the advertising card in his hand, Rudolf climbs the last stair and reaches the top floor. While he catches his breath, thinking maybe he should finally do something with his gym membership, he swivels his head around. Another regular door, this with a welcome mat saying: IN DOG WE TRUST. And on the other side... Is this the green door? He looks at the crumpled sheet of paper again. It still only says: THE GREEN DOOR.
Rudolf strains his ears. A TV murmurs in the backgrou
'To me the story had the feel of an old legend or maybe part of some kind of ancient mythology.'
This comment makes me really happy, I'm so glad you felt this way.
Thank you, jfalkon.