Poem 20160229

it was quiet and i was bored
maybe lonely
so i took out my phone and dialed
the oldest number in my contacts

–we’re sorry
the universe is busy tonight
or can’t come to the phone
please leave a message
and the universe will get back to you
as soon as possible

i hung up, annoyed
she always had something else
going on
and i think my messages always
wound up in a black hole

——
#LYPoetry prompt
Day 29 – The Universe is busy tonight
@amandatorroni and @tylerkentwhite

Poem 20160226b

in the graveyard in my chest
buried things
we don’t say anymore
decay
a reliquary of abandoned words
discarded phrases
each bound by
invisible threads
unbreakable threads
to that singular muscle
also trapped in my chest

with no shovel
to break the frozen ground
i try to dig them out
using my fingers
but pull back hands
broken, bloody, covered in bites
where the silence set its teeth

Poem 20160225c

silent birds
there will be no spring
no blossoms
no green buds
to reach for the yellow sun
no signaled ending

winter sleeps
and in his flawed dream
his eyes close
then open
a cold world shot through with ice
white intensity

——

the secret keeper
Weekly Word Prompt #25
(5) Words: | REACH | SHOT | INTENSE | FLAW | SPRING |