Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Walking through a prompt

Sometimes it's fun to just let your fingers walk and see where they go....
Hope you enjoy....

Road In A Field by Larisa Koshkina

Walking through a prompt 


Just a walk
Just some talk
Why the balk
Why not talk
Just a walk
Grabbed her arm
What’s the harm
Just a walk
Just some talk
His glittered eyes gleam the night
Her banged heart drums in fright
Not just talk
No more walk
Stopped in fear
No one near

First Steps

One small step
in carpeted
and fresh
red dusted
to waiting
or alone
they rise
they rise
on new legs
soft feet
set on
uncharted paths

A Girl Named Walk

There once was a shy girl named Walk
who barely summoned nerve up to talk
she smiled and she simpered
pup-like she whimpered
Until she met that hands-on-guy Never Balk

Six grade graduation

“You will walk.
You will sing.”

She says, her voice
deep and echoing
in the near emptied

Dust motes float
on sunshafted light
As we, the class of then
stand straight
and as endlessly instructed
Inhale deeply and

SING as told

of storms
“walk on”

heads held up
“walk on”

“walk on

not being afraid
“walk on”

and melt into
sweet silver warbles
of larks and quiet giggles

all the while
tears sparkle full-fallen
in the creases of taciturn
teacher’s face as
she leads us
this last led rehearsal
toward the opening door
through which we will walk
and she will stay

No comments:

Post a Comment