(Some Things Will Never Be) Passé Composé

Photo by Susie Clevenger

Orange tape reflects

a line-up on County Lane;

yesterday's letters, hard to choose.

 

One stands with flap open

unwilling to wander away

from tangible SENTiments

 

like a parent waving arms,

"Come back to me,"

as the child walks down the road.

~~

Prompt inspiration- Imaginary Gardens mini-Sunday challenge (tercet)

Waltzing with a Wolf

With a whiff of whimsy
and wild whispers,
the gray wolf swept
one warped woman
into his warm embrace,
whooshed away webs
of shadowed woe
as they waltzed
through life.

©laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: Imaginary Gardens - Imagined by Marian Sinead O'Connor's The Wolf is Getting Married"

When Testosterone Starts Kicking In

He said he couldn’t wait ‘til high school
when he could date, and then he paused
said it didn’t matter if
she was smart or not as
long as she was hot.
I rolled my eyes
said a prayer.
Here it
comes.

@laurie kolp


*Prompt Inspiration: Nonet Poems: Poetic Form at Poetic Asides


**I was so happy to discover that I won second place in the challenge! Here's a complete list of the Top 10.

A Boy and His Dog

image by Zelko Nedic

One might think it strange:
a wayward, rampant boy
whose rough conditions early on...

...one might think would cause
a frenzy of foster parents
falling left and right,
a stack of cards misdealt;
but a good old faithful friend
learned to attack
his checkered moods
with wholehearted love
and sublime attitudes...

...one might think a calming channel
that coaxes robust energy
to settle down, enjoy life
as it is now, not how it was...

...yes, one might think
the ball is finally in his court
and, thanks to his dog, they’re correct.

©laurie kolp

Prompt inspirations:

The Sunday Whirl #67- wayward, falling, frenzy, attack, sublime, strange, settle, rough, channel, ball, robust, life

The Mag 128 (picture prompt)

Blanched

Figure Eight, 1952, by Franz Kline

On a pale cover
in my mind 8 years
of disappointment spray

melancholy memories

with erotic delusions

~~a sprinkle of powders~~

~~psychedelic powers~~

  ~~illusionary grasses~~

blanche rosy intellect.

Sometimes,

8 stray fibers

wrapped in
blingy gold

swing from the corner,

fling flaxen affiance-

hope that soon dissolves

like the 8 antacid pills

I stuff down my throat

on a daily basis

since you’ve gone.

©laurie kolp

Prompt inspiration: Sunday Whirl #66: erotic, melancholy, rosy, gold, swing, powders, pale, cover, spray, grasses, fling, stray

Picture prompt- The Mag 127

Making Up

Feel the shade
of red flush away
bitter scorn

blushed cheeks
the rose wine
on longing lips-

the tangle
of our limbs

intoxicating.


@laurie kolp

3WW- feel, shade, tangle
Poetic Asides prompt 184- Unexpected

The Thirteenth Dimension

Somewhere between the here and now
A timeless realm beseeches thou
Allures the faint of heart within
A wall knocked down as limbo skin

With timeless eyes and furrowed brow
A feral wolfhound on the prowl
Grabs hold of hands spellbound, allows
Imagination to check in
Unwrap almighty muse built in
Somewhere between

Yin and Yang, balance allowed
To scour the depths of mindful Tao
Except when number thirteen spins
A twist on universal kin
That wakens from the here and now
Somewhere between

*
@laurie kolp

Prompt inspirations:
Imaginary Gardens- Mary's Mixed Bag- Friday the Thirteenth
Poetry Jam- Daydream Believers
Poets United Thursday Think Tank- Bliss