I have no clue what the 5/17 one was about. I think I was suffering from delusions of grandeur. That’s usually when I do my worst writing. So enjoy figuring that one out. Attribute to it whatever you will because your guess is as good as mine.
5/17/20
Come unto me
My little ones
Beg the mercy
Of what’s begun
I am your light
The lost salvation
Your #church, your faith
Lost in translation
Of Gospel,
Dispel
It’s all gone
to Hell
#vss365
5/15/20
Sometime after he smiled across the room,
but before he told them I don’t like mayo
Around the moment his finger softly caressed my neck
Between the times I caught him admiring
Certainly later than his kiss gentle on the curve of my naked hip
The #transfer became complete
#vss365
5/14/20
Slipping in slipping out
Involve friends in the rout
Using mediocrity as
Clout
Words to say, not so much
Confusing want without touch
A barren fickle
Crutch
#orenda spirits prepare
Do your will I don’t care
Overstep your place in time
now I’m finished with this rhyme
#vss365
5/13/20
Dawn breaks as she pats masa into circles, crushing beans with an old spatula. Today there would be white butter, a treat before laundry. The heavy baskets hang as she meets the #village ladies by the river. Tourists will pass clicking pictures of their quaintness #vss365
5/12/20
Morty knew a puppet government was the only way and Cosmo, the perfect #quisling They would never see it coming, his diabolical plan near complete. Soon it would all be his. And was he sorry? No, all was fair in the high stake politics of Del Boca Vista.
#vss365
5/11/20
May I go on record – this word, #petrissage, is plain mean right now. I can feel the deep sink of elbows and strong hands sliding over my oiled skin pressing out lumps of stress and ache. Someday, Annie, we will be reunited. Until then there will be cruel word prompts. #vss365
