Working blue

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Working blue

my fingers
need a home A warm
place to breathe and roam
They trampoline over coal
domes combing letters to grow
a tome of groan or love or poems
to bemoan (oh, woe is me) or
some other overblown
droning on and on
and on
and Oh,
I don’t know . . .
what else I really
can do.

Written for Poetic Aside’s Wednesday Poetry Prompts
Write a poem about work.

Free-write Friday

Just for fun. 

“I chose blue”

elevator

For some reason the blue button has scratch marks on it. Like a dog had clawed it or a child gnawed. It’s right at the same height as a six year old. I like kids. So I push the blue button. The elevator jerks, stops, jerks, and heads down. I wanted to go up so I’m surprised. I like up. Up is toward the light and success. Down is failure and despair. But down we go two floors, three. And then we pick up speed. My ears pop, my chin tightens, I feel my cheeks flubber like a wave coming to shore. I think that a crash is imminent and I want to brace myself but all I do is hug myself even though my knees are about to buckle beneath me. When we hit, we hit hard and rebound back up. I suck in my breath. When we hit the top, we bolt back down. This is the trampoline elevator. A spring engine machine. I picked blue. The color of kids and dogs. The doors open and I am smiling.

Free Write Friday

Time & Place:
You find yourself in an elevator. The door closes and you see only five buttons. A sign hangs above them that reads: “Find Happiness.” Each button is a different color. Red, blue, green, orange and yellow. There are no other instructions and you must push one to get the elevator to move. Which color do you choose and why? Where does it take you?

100% blue

Day 4 of PAD

Write a 100% poem. Frankly, I thought this was a strange one but others didn’t because they came up with some rockin’ poems that left me blue cuz I didn’t. By the way, that is not me in the picture but she looked blue so I used it.

100% blue

A long stare

hands
limp

like lace pennies.