2minutesgo: 2 poems

 

Morning! It’s 11.11. Is that a good luck hour? I wrote these for 2minutesgo on JD Mader’s Unemployed Imagination website. If you are in the mood to write or read other people’s flash fiction and poems, head over to his place. It’s open all weekend for your creative input. See you there! http://www.jdmader.com/2020/10/2-minutes-go.html

 

It’s your right

It’s your right
to write
whatever you like,
pursue your passions,
dispel the night,
create a life anew 
within your space,
reconnect yourself
with yourself,
find a way
to be more true
to who you are,
living together,
breathing alone.

Wake up

A freefall, sinking, glitter-wrapped,
enticed happenings, unforgiven
streaks of memory. Scuffed cards
shuffle unplayed. Pass them forward.
Time dripped out. White cloud spirals
shot to the wind. We curve, recoil.
It eats itself out from the inside,
no room to turn. A hollow ball
bounces against the wall. You missed
the second it impacted. Red card.
It boils over and over. Cabbage leaves,
veined, your organic heart line
bloodless. Cavities seeking to be filled,
unfilled, always to remain emptied.
Faces fade, places get up and move on,
brick walls demolish. Watch the light tube
flicker pictures, asleep. A conveyor belt
of ideas you never had. You fade out,
but you could wake up, turn it off
and listen to the wide, wild air.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, October 10 and October 9, 2020