Another Poetry Challenge

 Greetings to all my many invisible admirers, silent supporters, and mute cheerleaders. Greetings to all those to blip onto my page for just long enough to record the view, but not long enough to actually enjoy or read anything on the page! And hello especially and with the most enthusiasm to those who actually DO read my rants and poetry and more rants. Because you're angels and I love you and that isn't sarcasm, I promise!

Anyway, I have here this little print out of 30 days of poetry prompts. And I thought since I had so much fun doing it years and years ago, maybe I could have fun doing it again?

Anything to inspire a little motivation to do ANYTHING would be welcome, honestly. You know how long it took me to get into my Carowyn Cosplay the other day!? Good Lord I sat in bed for like two hours just dreading the idea. 

I could tell you why, but we don't have all day and I'm sure you are not entertained by my rants as much as I am. 

IN any case. None of these are likely to be any good. At least in my opinion. But hey, you might like them, who knows!

Day One. "When you meet a Stranger..."

When you meet a stranger,
what do you notice first?
Small things?
Tidiness of cuticles, or perhaps
manicured level of their eyebrows
or maybe the printed brand of their clothing?

Or do you notice bigger things?
Warmth of their smile,
courtesy given in passing,
or how they just can't stop peeking over at that well-behaved dog in the corner?

When you meet a stranger,
do you ponder their outside trappings,
or do you peer until you get a glimpse just beneath the surface?

End of the world.

 I watch movies

About the end of the world

And I think how scary it would be.

I see tides rise

And comets fall

Seas boil and mountains crumble

Viruses plaguing the Earth

Flesh eating monsters 

Alien invasions and explosions

Supernatural evils with

Spiky, wicked tentacles 

Frost creeping like sinister mist

People running and screaming and hiding

Car crashes and falling planes

Derailed high speed trains

Sinking ships on tossing ocean waves

Zombies lurking in dark corners

A burnt out pit of a sun blinking in the sky

Like a candle about to go out

Mania and hysteria and panic and fear

And none of that

None of it

None

Is as goddamn terrifying

As those old white men

Telling me

Me

What I cannot do

With my own

Stinking

Meat suit.

Flute

 Sometimes I look over

And I see two sleeping bodies

Curled into balls at my feet

Chests rising and falling just off rhythm.

I hear music in my head

a flute with just a few gentle chords

One and two and a trill at the end?

A slow, sweet melody

Inexplicable, really.

Sometimes I stand outside

And I look up at the sky 

There are clouds and maybe a bird

I hear music in my head

a flute with just a few gentle chords

One and two and a trill at the end?

A soft little tune

A nostalgic note of memory

Sometimes I finish a book

And I return to my body

A little bereft and suspended

I hear music in my head

a flute with just a few gentle chords

One and two and a trill at the end?

A sad, wistful thing

That leaves me wishing to hear it again.