constructing poetry

home

I long for home,
where I have books
on every shelf and a computer
ready to translate ideas into story.
I’m warm there, heart-happy
and surrounded by family—
and on days when it’s rainy
and cold and I spend
hours waiting for the doctor
who tells me I weigh too much
and takes blood so that I’m
bruised and sore, and the people
on the road should be fed cyanide
(especially the people who
treat the grocery store parking lot as
though it were a traffic jam)
and I’m so tired that the back of eyelids
feel as rough as a Komodo Dragon’s
smile—that’s when I appreciate
home. with dry feet and
the smell of potatoes and the sound
of Mama killing cute monsters
on the computer,
so I smile and finally drift
away, into sleep.

line count: 25

Prompt ▼

Prompt for: Feb 14 (Ren/Fyn)
Subject or Theme: Love. A person, specific place (not just the name of a city or country) job, pet...something/one you really, totally love and why.
Word(s) to Include: Komodo Dragon, heart, appreciate, cyanide, (or any derivatives of these words)
Forbidden Word(s): love, like, adore, cherish, life, my. (or any derivatives of these words)
Additional Parameters: minimum 18 lines, rhyming or not.
Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description.