Somebody Else

For today’s Meeting the Bar at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are writing to the First Person Narrative, using  “I am” as part of our poem. The voice, and the specific point of view is you, the poet.


I am somebody

else not the one

I used to be, the one

everyone remembers.

Even my shadow

is a

stranger’s silhouette —

the shadow

of what once was.

Sometimes, even I am fooled

but when I can glance quickly enough

(before it knows I’ve seen it)

it is only obvious that

it

should be following

somebody else.

 

 

SusanWritesPrecise/Susan Marie Shuman

Nothing in the World

It’s Quadrille Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub!  Today our prompt is the word, glow.

That exquisite glow

in your velvet-brown eyes —

even the flecks of amber sparkle

like topaz bathed in moonlight.

I try to imagine

what thoughts may evoke

such magic,

but it is quite

impossible

considering

it has nothing

in the world

to do with me.

 

Jeff & Joni

It’s Quatrain Monday over at the dVerse Poets Pub. The prompt is the word “set.”

Ink hadn’t even set

on the weddin’ invites

b’fore Jeff was out hookin’ his-self up

with anything female what had a pulse.

Folks felt sorry for “Sweet Joni” gettin’

knocked-up but

what hardly nobody knew

was that kid wasn’t even Jeff’s.

Nope.

Sure wasn’t.

 

 

SusanWritesPrecise
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A Broken Heart

Today at the dVerse Poets Pub, we are to write a poem about anticipation, waiting, or hoping.


Delicate snowflakes swirl

and sparkle in mid-day sun,

dusting her feathers a

diaphanous silver glaze.

among the frozen foliage

her mate finds her

and gently shields her with a

massive wing

puzzled as the snow

where she lie turns pink, then red

he huddles closer

and waits. He waits for

a heartbeat, a flinch

a breath, a sound —

any sign of life.

Still, he stays

and he waits with

a protective wing

over her lifeless body.

Never leaving

as the sun sets

and the snow keeps falling.