A Poem a Day (75): Inside my skin

A flash poem (not edited) written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry. This is his blog, Unemployed Imagination:  http://www.jdmader.com/

Inside my skin

There's one and two, and a door,
And a crazy kind of karma
That lies in wait open-mouthed,
Teeth snapping at the wandering
Skin, and like a child I stroke it,
Urging the beast to tear to shreds
My curious fingers, seeking out like vines
Twisting. His eyes peeled, so keen
To make my acquaintance. But I stop
At the ghost of a kiss, not wanting to be
Forward or tempt him to rip the tissue
And sinews from the white of my bones.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 8, 2018

A Poem a Day (74): Bunny

A flash poem (not edited) written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry. This is his blog, Unemployed Imagination:  http://www.jdmader.com/

Bunny

An ear flops aside in tragicomic pose.

Eyes wide saucers, he tries to stare me
Dumb. Scuffles scrunch the undergrowth
Leaving nothing but a cloud-like flounce,
A little bobbing cotton bud.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 18, 2018

A Poem a Day (73): Skin-frame

A flash poem (not edited) written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry. This is his blog, Unemployed Imagination:  http://www.jdmader.com/

Skin-frame
Stickman walking,
Take a bow,
Laugh to your audience,
Wink and strut
Like a peacock wafts
His feathers high,
Pride quickening his fall.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 18, 2017

A Poem a Day (72): Learning time

A flash poem (not edited) written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry. This is his blog, Unemployed Imagination:  http://www.jdmader.com/

Learning time

I am here where the lesson begins, waiting

For a subtle cue, a clue to be said.
Here upon the morrow there will be time
For us to understand each and every
Event; what didn't and what did happen;
To pretend to know the cruelty of
Forgetting. Seconds are but seconds,
And they pass; fleeting flaccid papers
Blown into the air, twisted into the ether
Until caught by birds and turned into song,
To be revisited upon the human ear.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, May 18, 2018

A Poem a Day (71): Look!

A flash poem written for JD Mader's 2minutes go writingexercise... It's every Friday-Sunday, so if you fancy writing something - whatever you feel like - head over there, or just read the flash fiction and poetry.

Look!

Waves, mountains, flowers, rocks,

A set piece we can readily disregard,

Aimlessly wandering our streets with

Scant regard. Mesmerised by our phones,

Nodding heads, muttering beneath our

Breath, never noticing with whom we collide,

Like blind men following; mice racing

Around our little cages, stumbling into the

Gutters over life. This selfie rocks me, this

Total makeover, splice of tune, the shock of

A moment savoured – read this news, revel

In this fake news; see this vision, yes she’s

Naked. Who are you? Who am I? We collide

Here, not noticing. I graze your hand so close

Yet you don’t even look up, so intensely

Following what you’re reading, what you’re

Staring at – what you’re not looking at is life

And it’s passing you by, winning the race,

Leaving you way behind, whistling a happy

Tune, the accompaniment of your boredom,

As you stumble into the road and oncoming

Traffic.

Copyright Vickie Johnstone, March 16, 2018