After today, we’ll be just three days away from closing out this challenge. 3 days! We’re so very, very close. I know we can do it.
For today’s prompt, I want you to write a poem of longing. You or someone (or something) else should be pining for someone or something. Maybe a cat is longing to get outside the house. Maybe a teenager is longing to get away from his or her small town. And, of course, there’s always the longing poem of love.
Here’s my attempt for the day:
She stands beside a bookshelf over-
whelmed by so many exposed spines.
She creates stories she’d like to read
that haven’t been written. Then, she
struggles to get the words right.
Maybe tomorrow will be better, she
thinks. But she knows, she knows.
She knows yesterday is a prediction
for tomorrow. The clever and cute
boy who doesn’t let it get to his head
never appears beside her desk. Her
shirt forgets the body it’s holding
until she disappears behind her glasses,
a sweater and flower-print skirt.