Postcard in Praise of My One-Time Online Secret Girlfriend
Why are you here? Why am I? Why are we? Even though we’re both evenly among our peers in our late twenties, this feels… odd. Oddly uncomfortable and weirdly familiar in keeping welcome company. You seem to be enjoying this bass-boosted noise even less than me, if that were ever a possibility. You say nothing as you gallantly support the nightclub wall with your back, your face screwed into a question mark. You’re puzzled by how different I am IRL than online. You’re with your girls and I’m with my homie, but I spot in your eyes, a symmetry. Or is it synergy? It’s a mystery, but I can see that you too wish it were just you and me. I have poor self-esteem, so I don’t take these vibes lightly when they come to be. You speak softly, drowned-out by the club cacophony, yet I feel your words settle next to me. I won’t forget how you let me hold your hand gratefully, us both grateful no one else could see.
Written for NaPoWriMo Day 28 prompt: “draft a prose poem in the form/style of a postcard.”
OK, so perhaps I would need two postcards.
My tarot reading,
if you believe in such things,
drew Three of Pentacles.
Or is it The Three of Pentacles?
The eternal skeptic,
I know not of how tarot cards
prefer to be addressed,
or if they even perceive mockery.
Three, (or The Three)
signifies skilled labor
or fashioning with your hands,
be it trade, craft, or artistry.
It seems that even fate herself,
an unforgiving, mysterious mistress
conspires to compel me
to continue to create.
If you believe in such things.
Written for NaPoWriMo Day 27 prompt:
…we challenge you to pick a card (any card) from this online guide to the tarot, and then to write a poem inspired either by the card or by the images or ideas that are associated with it.
The Best Part of Spring
on my roof.
Silvery sheen refracting,
bowing grass, flower,
each saturated bough.
hits green earth, hue deepening
unlocking renewal fragrance;
it smells of joy and tastes of life.
And if you’ve never
felt raindrops on your face, well,
don’t just sit here
waiting for the description;
get up, right now, and
go stand out in the spring rain.
Written for NaPoWriMo Day 26 prompt:
write a poem that includes images that engage all five senses. Try to be as concrete and exact as possible with the “feel” of what the poem invites the reader to see, smell, touch, taste and hear.