These are my responses to the final Writober prompt post Fear of Death. OctPoWriMo Living With Fear of Death Color of the distant object deceivesThe slice of cloud dismembered from the skybecomes filthy while falling and floating byThe dead end road ends abruptlyI can’t taste the poison but it’s thereI will never hear his voiceContinue reading “The Writober Finale”
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Cruel Acts
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Acts of God. OctPoWriMo When They Blame God I can’t imagine how peopleblamed the city, everyone inthe city for being hit by a hurricane, but they did.So many said we deserved itfor our beliefs and our actions.Some said that God was punishing usbut aren’tContinue reading “Cruel Acts”
Predator Attack
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Predators. OctPoWriMo Predation I am the field mouse runningthrough the tall grass underthe sliver moon’s pencil lightEach push or pull changingpressure above me is a hungry winged monsterI zig-zag. I serpentine.So many eyes like search-lightscriss-cross this prairieHere it comes, the swoopI’m frozen, overwhelmedby smellsContinue reading “Predator Attack”
The Path to Extinction
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Extinction. OctPoWriMo The Doomsday Clock at Midnight We are starlightOnce seen, we are already dying We are leavesmost colorful when falling We are echoeswhen heard, long since said Writober Flash Fiction The Power of Words Melinda curled into her knees, shivering on the floorContinue reading “The Path to Extinction”
Losing Sense
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Loss of a Sense. OctPoWriMo Fear of Losing My Senses If I couldn’t hear his purrsmorning cuddles would be likemushy-mashed-peas-with-body- odor after three days If I couldn’t feel his soft furmorning cuddles would be likecar-horns-blaring-bitter-neon-green motor-oil If I couldn’t see his green eyes andContinue reading “Losing Sense”
Parasitic Clarity
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Parasites. OctPoWriMo I started a poem that grew with each line like a parasitic tapeworm, but I like the Clarity Pyramid form so much, I wrote one of those to share instead. FEARof allparasites tiniest monstersslip into our systemsfeeding on us to our demiseContinue reading “Parasitic Clarity”
Torture Chamber
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Torture. OctPoWriMo But to What Specific Purpose? It’s broken, and I can’t fix itThis complicated warning systemmeant to keep me from harmhas too many switches stuck onfiring and firing its alarmsbut like the broken light switchin the hall, they flicker, sendingnew jolts to theContinue reading “Torture Chamber”
Being Dismembered
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Dismemberment. OctPoWriMo It’s Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub, so head over and link up your poem and read and comment on the other dVerse poets’ offerings. Dismemberment Arguments I don’t want to write about dismemberment.I am afraid of dismemberment : a footContinue reading “Being Dismembered”
Fending Off Attacks
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Attack. OctPoWriMo Attack Attention Beware the crows circling the cornfieldand the childrenbehind the rowswhere are their parents? Pay attention when rottingwood gives way, trapsyour ankle, and you heargiant scissors somewhereWhy do you smell bacon? Stay alert when the sky’sneon-green and flyingmachines are hoveringover everythingContinue reading “Fending Off Attacks”
Life is Injurious
These are my responses to the Writober prompt post Fear of Injury. OctPoWriMo Life is Injurious Cuts, scrapes, and bruisessprains, and infectious oozestooth chips, muscle tearsrepairs, repairs, repairs The body’s busy healingas living keeps injuringa constant clash ofcare, and cares, and care It’s the fear and the painthat lead to fear of the painhappening againContinue reading “Life is Injurious”
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