Showing posts with label 55 Flash Fiction Friday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 55 Flash Fiction Friday. Show all posts

Friday, March 18, 2011

Why Did I Do You Like That?

My life in BOLD face
about face
in disgrace.
Weak willed and
succumbed to
a stiletto wind.
Every heel sometimes
breaks off ingrate.
No initial pain
of a sliver slice
and blood hesitates
to flow.
Before I know it
a valentine trail
drips leaving evidence
to find my way home.
Platelet  crumbs of your heart.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Trolling under the Fridge




I moved the fridge out.
It’s been a couple of months.
Dust bunnies, like fog
blanket the odd lots.





Cat toys,
Milk jug rings,
Number 2 pencils,
Hairy dog kibbles,
Dead bodies (army men),
Magnets huddled together,
Cap’n crunch berries,
Matchbox cars,
Legos,
Cheezits,
Pretzels,
Ornaments,
Cookie sheet?,
AND tile flooring!


This poem was a facebook inquiry yesterday...the answers to what one would find under the fridge are included above.  Except those who only go under there when they buy a new refrigerator or wonder why anyone would clean under there.  I am sure there are many other things you might have found under there...Well, sweep them into the comment section below.
Happy Friday everyone!

Friday, March 4, 2011

Schwarmerei

a hand out to
dance hip-hop
in a German pub
with old men at their
stations leaning
into a very dark beer
and smoke started
its movement  with ours
I flipped a guy’s hat off
while bumping my
frualine into a chair
we flipped the air
and all the old men
did was stare

This week on my word of the day e-mails was German words ...here's another.
Stop by Mr. Knowitalls blog and try a 55. 

Friday, February 25, 2011

Grace in the Fireplace


out of power
out of type
so many blogs
so much hype

the fire in its place
lays words of grace

no hum
no ho
take in
the glow

the fire in its place
lays words of grace

thoughts like smoke
up they flue
nothing else
to do

warm fire in its place
such grace

Friday, February 4, 2011

Have Fun

Don't eat the yellow snow.
Old Yeller's gotta go.

Don't lick the flag ple.
What a double dog dare role.

Skate away from thin ice.
The pond is not so nice.

Please don't sauser down the hill.
That grove of trees will be no thrill.

Now go outside and play.
"Have fun" I always say.