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Foolproofed - 3. Week 2
Week 2
Day 8
Lost...
Fingers fly over piano keys easily,
detecting small imperfections only by touch,
running over hill and dale, wind in hair—
STOP!
Focusing on sense of lost might help treasure the previously mundane again,
but
it poisons the mind eventually.
The operative word is achievement,
Not even regain,
only plain achievement.
(The sense of being/having lost)
Day 9
Today the mind can’t latch on a given theme, focus on a certain mood, an image, or a borrowed line.
Today it floats, strays, wanders about and chases an idea to unravel.
Gotcha!
(no prompt)
Day 10
Tiles in outrageous lime,
horrible, horrible
boysenberry—or plum?
The floor made of old pine,
most likely dangerous
unstable—or just quaint?
Odd wires stick out of grime
pending electric shock!
Wake-up call or quick death
by renovation?
Must have been the dream of a seventies mum.
(Things become new)
Day 11
It was almost love...
A tentative smile
crinkled the corners of your blue green eyes,
me resonating with your mesmerizing vibes
so strongly I swayed.
Forgotten was everyone else.
You and me.
Everything was possible
until the elevator door closed behind me.
(Borrowed line from Skin: Rag’n Bone Man)
Day 12
Letters build words,
words create images,
images form worlds,
worlds expand to universes
by turning over pages.
(Silent Things)
Day 13
Love is the release of dopamine and a related hormone, norepinephrine,
Love does not judge,
Love is hot sweaty sex,
Love accepts unconditionally,
Love heals,
Love is energizing,
Love is entertaining,
Love is thrilling,
Love is decreased and increased appetite,
Love is bouts of giggling,
Love is insomnia,
Love is comfort,
Today, love is the temple where I worship.
(Let your poem have at its heart a real or metaphoric temple.)
Day 14
To bite into the first fat, red, gleamy strawberry of the year,
without any cream or sugar,
just pure conserved sunshine,
blasts away all remnants of winter.
(Doing something very simple can seem a renewal)
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Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
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