The Standing Ovation Realization

A love-smitten guy was irate
when the gal refused him a date.
So he put on a mask,
dressed the part for the task;
she stood up and clapped with her mate.

@laurie kolp


Prompt inspirations: Sunday Scribblings (standing ovation), Mad Kane's Limerick-Off

My Sunday Offerings

Insatiable Liaison

Against the tangerine leaves
Plum sky silenced, turning
Twilight looms afraid
A cry of broken tails
Beneath the shadowed flock
Remnants of the fire
Like wind planets fallen
We lie beneath tomorrow’s smoke
Our love striding to meet again
Flying free we float as one

@laurie kolp

*Prompt inspirations: A Whirl of Wordling Sundays, Sunday Scribblings

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forgotten rose petals
shadowed beneath a colorless void, pink
silk on pebbled memories

@laurie kolp

*Prompt inspiration: Poetic Bloomings

Sunday Scribblings: Better Late Than Never

Pop!
In a second
Everything changes
And nothing is the same
Pop!
A tornado swooshes through
Splits the town in two
And nothing is the same
Pop!
An accident touches sweet lives
Comfort tumbles down steep stairs
And nothing is the same
Pop!
Decisions made in haste
Deep scars cannot erase
And nothing is the same
Pop!
A prayer is offered
(It only takes a second)
And nothing is the same


@laurie kolp
Prompt inspiration: Sunday Scribblings

Water

His True Calling

Briny water splashes waves against the dock.
Mother Ocean’s breeze moistens leathered
skin. Salt sprays slap his contented face.
A thin layer cracks fissures in dry lips.
Wafts of rotten shrimp, slimy fish guts.
Discarded bait like incense burns.
Childhood memories up in smoke.
One tarnished past fades away.
A state of mind. Water is his refuge,
his true calling. Standing at the ocean’s
edge once again. His thin and lanky frame
a pillar. On the horizon a ship appears, moves
closer, docks. Has it really been two hours?

@laurie Kolp

Prompts: Poetic Bloomings and Sunday Scribblings