Yesterday’s poetry prompts were a good reminder of how the most interesting/vivid lines are often ones created from otherwise mundane observations.
Here were a few of mine from Monday:
- you left in your wake
utter devastation
a grand mess
your legacy
2. my heart
it just hurts
like
I ain’t got a metaphor for that
3.
makeshift mortar filling in cracks
a temporary fix
hoping that it’d
last long enough to
take us through
the foreboding storm
In retrospect, they all scream teenage angst a bit …