The writing prompt is from 3WW
Gamble
Omitted
Temporary
The 'Poem':
It’s the tire marks in the lawn,
From when you used to park here.
The granules of sugar on the counter,
Coffee grinds in the sink.
Omitted.
The rough of skin around the knuckles
And tiny pieces of silver wrapper,
Fallen from long-ago back pockets.
Temporary.
The afternoon text msg.
Or early morning.
The sound of breathing at night.
The smell of toothpaste and cologne.
Gloves and socks drying by the door.
Gambled.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
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9 comments:
I like this, I find it reflective.
Creativity
I love the detail selected and the images, but I'm having a hard time grasping the bigger picture of what exactly has gone on here.
I think it's sad and lonely. Beautifully written for sure, but still sad and lonely.
Wow . . . That was sad, and so well-written . . .
nothing gambled... nothing gained... an everlasting memory,, of a temporary situation... very nice...
Thanks for the positive feed-back. Yes, it's sad. It's life. Chapters closing. The bigger picture? Well, you can only keep so many balls in the air at once. You have no choice but to let go. Paisley, you said it so well, everlasting memories for temporary situations. I suppose we don't know they're temporary at the time, at least we hope they will not be. Or maybe we do.
Seems like temporary is the key word - nicely written - your poem surely stirs the heart.
The details are so telling and good
O help! I used the prompt words as punch lines too!
The prompt words make great, ironic comments on your reflective thoughts!
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