Poetry Prompt of the Week: Write a poem about something (anything) that is quickly going bad.
Dream Desk by Carol R. Ward
For oh, so long, I’ve had a dream
Since I first began to write –
it’s of the perfect writing desk –
I dreamed of it last night.
It’s not too big and not too small
but just the perfect size,
with pigeon holes for all my pens
and a roll top on the rise.
It’s made of aged, not antique wood
that’s polished to a sheen
I can see it sitting over there
at least within my dream.
And so I did a search online
to see what I could find –
lo and behold I saw it there
page listing ninety-nine.
I sent an email to the one
who had my desk for sale –
yes it was still available –
I thought my heart would fail.
But as my hopes were quickly raised
just as quickly were they dashed,
another party saw my desk
and visited with cash.
So just like that the bubble burst
upon my dream so fair
I vow to keep on searching
I’ll find that desk somewhere.
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Waning of the Green by Jamie DeBree
Firm and oblong
I gently squeeze
looking for signs of give.
Every week it’s
a new challenge
‘twixt this ripening fiend and myself.
Will I catch
it in time,
before green turns to black?
Or will it
go mockingly mushy
while I wait for perfection.
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Check back next Saturday for more poetry! And check the writing prompt on Monday’s blog too, in case you might be interested in writing something to submit for this weekly post as well…
