He rolls over, pinning her by her long hair. He sleeps on it. She draws his dreams through its long shafts, works out his days into her web. Her hair, black raven coal falling down the chute between his hands. Her hair to be pulled down. Her hair his fist coiled in each other. Her hair his mouth the cave a feast of hair. Her hair side-winding on the ground. Passion. Her hair whips his face until he weaves a bridge of it to cross the high crevasse. Her hair drying with a baby swinging from it. her hair woven into bags and harnesses, yet when a strand
slips from behind her ear, it makes necessary: fire,
bronze, iron, steel,
the assembly line
just to invent the hairpin.
Oops, sorry… I missed that I was supposed to start with “This is not a . . . . I was in a hurry because I was afraid the posting time was about to close! For dVerse Poets Prompt: An object.
I find your droll smile curious. What’s more I find it spurious. Your skewed lip, its mocking curl as you address that certain girl cannot hide the truth that you’ve been smitten. By the love bug, you’ve been bitten. In your heart, I see a lake more moist than that dry smile you make. Your truth’s exposed there in your eyes. Please lose that smirk your glance belies.
The theme of the camp is “When you Wish Upon a Star.” This camper has taken the theme seriously on his mask.
Your computer shares whatever you choose for it to share. If what leaks out is happiness, then you’ve enriched us all. Let humor be an infection you spread. Share files overflowing with empathy, documents that are the organs of kindness, And above all, Truth.
I wrote this intending to edit it, but when I counted the words, it was exactly 44 words, so I am going to try to let it be. In itself, it formed the star shape. I only discovered it when I centered it.
I changed two words because I had totally left out humor and had truth called for twice. So it was justified. I also switched “have folders” overflowing with empathy.” to “Share files overflowing with empathy.” The reason for the change is probably obvious. Okay..I am also changing “stores” and “store” with “shares” and “share.” Really need one letter more in line two, but leaving it alone. For now. Stay tuned.
Peeking in the window,
blanketing our dreams,
It is a welcome harvest moon
whose straight and narrow beams
filter through our window blinds,
bathing us with light,
coming once again
to fulfill its yearly rite—
a calm and soothing presence
that mitigates the night.
Not the blue of a heart before forgetting.
The blue of the sky above Colima Volcano,
no other clouds in it except one puff
of earth’s hot breath becoming visible
in the cool morning air.
Like blue caught in icicles.
Give me that blue.
Once talk at the next table had hushed, I made the observation that it was likely they were listening to our conversation. And though they were both smirking and though their eyes were glistening, they swore they were not eavesdropping. They were just overlistening!