when mom makes the bed
she wallops all the monsters
super powers
fear
Alert
tornado alert
the couple quickly finishes
the last of the wine
Misplaced Fears
eye on the dark clouds
she drives into the ditch
misplaced fears
The Long Way
full moonlight
plays on the headstones
we take the long way
not that we’re superstitious
just want exercise
😉
Subjects
pine trees in a storm
bowing before the onslaught
warlord’s new subjects
Fly By Night
wings over the pasture
moonlight in the hunter’s eyes
the grasses tremble.
Homeless
like a stray cat
the teen girl searches the dumpster
one more time
Call Home!
I second-guess myself a lot when writing verses, wondering if I should leave it open to interpretation or narrow the focus a bit. The poem I just published, News, is much more open or vague. Here’s my more focused version. Which one do you think is better?
News #2
hope loses the way
in mists of worry when news
of loved ones is scarce
News
hope loses its way
in thick mists of dread
when news is scarce
Bullying
the bully walks by
whistling — and the smaller child
cries out in pain
