The Prompt: For this week, write a shadorma (a non-rhyming six-line poem consisting of 3/5/3/3/7/5 syllables.) Instead of following the WordPress prompt, My Circle of 5 will be 5 Shadormas. Thanks, Sam, for the prompt.
Used
This paper
very slightly used–
erasures
and a stab.
This morning’s poem now dead–
unsung, unmourned.
Chinese Takeout
That rice grain
and the plastic fork–
evidence
against me
of another food court sin.
Yes, I ate it all.
Misanthrope
Walk away
lest you find reason
to stay here,
fouling up
your determination to
have a fucked-up life.
Signing the Papers
You prompt me
to mind my timing.
Five o’clock
on the dot.
I come early anyway.
Her scent signs the air.
Salt Water Taffy
Sweet toffee
cannot hide the tang–
bitter salt
on my tongue–
of all the tears I swallowed,
waiting for your touch.
To see more shadormas, go HERE.
Lovely stories in each of them. My favourite (if was pushed to choose): Chinese Takeout. I bow to your greatness!
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So many flavors here – and each one is wonderful. How to pick a favorite? I simply can’t — though the sweet toffee moved me deeply.
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Thanks, Jen. For reading and commenting.
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I second that. Chinese Takeout for the win!! Loved these.
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Thanks, Laura. Haven’t seen many posts from you lately. Are you posting on other sites? Judy
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