This Senryu was written for I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu.
Music from the past
Broken keys once played with love
© Susan Zutautas 2019
They have the hairiest legs, I say
There you go down the drain
Back to where you once came
A creepy crawler is what you are
The ugliest bug by far
Multiple legs are what you have
Don’t you dare make me mad
I saw you walking down the stairs
Surely you thought I wasn’t aware
One day I saw you on a wall
Got interrupted by a call
In China, they eat you deep-fried or grilled
Which makes me feel very ill
Runaway and hide today
Never come back any day
Man holding Scolopendra gigantea. Trinidad, 1961
I sat in silence staring across the room
My heart a flutter as I assumed
You were alone and staring back at me
Never had I felt to this degree
Never did I ever foresee
What was about to happen to me
There was no doubt at all
All that I felt was enthral
This was written for Sammi Cox – Weekend Writing Prompt #113.
“Seems like a strange place to put a fence don’t you think? Looks like they wanted to give you the impression that it’s a bridge, yet I don’t see any water, do you? Want to go and explore?” she asked.
“I’m sure it’s private property but … what the hell, he said, Let’s see where it goes at least.”
There was a bridge, across the road
From here I could see there were toads
We crossed the road and to our surprise
The bridge was covered in big black fly’s
Then it hit us like a ton of bricks
The smell was bad and it was thick
So we left the bridge alone
Decided to run, all the way home
“It’s bloody sewer pipes. Why make such a pretty bridge over something that smells so bad!” she said.
“Come on, let’s get as far away as possible from this place. They probably did this to deter people from poking around on their property.”
This post is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34.
Choices she made
Sadly, hurting some
Regretting it every day
Wanting to make amends with some
The ones she absolutely did love
Forgiveness does not always come easy
This Etheree is a poetry form that consists of 10 lines of 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10 syllables was written in response to a challenge over at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #270.
This was written for Six Sentence Story hosted by Denise.
Whenever I exercise, I feel like I’m going to die.
Swimming laps is fun to do, try them, you might like them too.
Running around the track at school, made me feel like such a fool.
I would go once around, then you’d see me, laying on the ground.
Track and field was not my thing, I’d prefer to sit and sing.
When I’m told to exercise, always I ask, can I improvise.
This post was written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #16.
Flying higher and higher into the clouds we’d go
Feeling as free as a bird, a goose, not a crow
We’d meet at midnight on the rooftop
I’d climb on her back and we wouldn’t stop
All night long we’d swoop, climb and soar
History in the making for folklore
This is written for Photo Challenge #265 at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.
Lying on the beach
Soaking up the sun
Thinking of maybe, going for a run
Smoking a joint and on my third beer
I don’t really want to, move from here
The radio is blasting
Today they’re broadcasting
The Boss is singing
About how he’s bringing
Mary down to the river
and into the river, they’d dive
Don’t know where my gal went
Gave her fifteen and fifty cent
Maybe she went for a swim
Or to the store to buy more Gin
Fell asleep on the beach
Too bad my hair didn’t bleach
Now I have a sunburn
That matches my red hair
and I hurt, everywhere