Fish on beach

The grill lay low on sand
The smell of salty water
mixed with the homelessness
of the poor fish on the grill
tossing and turning
into a roast
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There are no candles on the table

It is dark, it is stormy

an old man walks through the room

a cane in his hand

he blindly walks around

but lits no candles on the table

 

the widow at the end of the street

peeks outside

the dark stormy night

a chill makes her shudder

but she has no candles on her table

 

the broken family on the adjacent street

has a lady crying

in her gloomy room

the wind howls outside

but there are no candles on her table

 

Slog

This prompt makes me think about that childhood poem about the dog who slept like a log. That’s all I remember from that poem and every time I come across a piece of log, my thoughts travel back to the same association.

But slog isn’t in any way the same thing, in fact its the opposite of that lazy dog that slept like a log. Slog is that dog that slept, woke up and began working. He chased a few squirrels, played with his master, learnt a few tricks but still had enough energy to keep going.

Log on the other hand slept and slept, he slept till noon and woke up with a bright sun hanging up in the sky. Log indolently walked around in search of food, he wanted the food to appear to him, he was too “tired” to play or run, he just was so sleepy all the time.

Each one of us has a “Log” or “Slog” experience in our lives. We just have to decide how often we choose the right one.

via Daily Prompt: Slog

Daily Prompt: Sep 15

Write a poem about appearances

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Purple lips,
plastic teeth
bushy eyebrows
dainty eyes
squishy tummy,
flat hips,
born and bred
the Tarzan kind
except Tarzan had friends
but for ugly,
there's no friend.