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Keys – Senryu

This Senryu was written for I Write Her Weekly Haiku/Senryu.

Piano Haiku

Music from the past

Broken keys once played with love

Lonely forgotten

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

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The Centipede – A Poem

I saw a centipede today

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 giganteaTrinidad, 1961

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

Spellbound

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Image by Bing N. from Pixabay

 

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

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This was written for Sammi Cox – Weekend Writing Prompt #113. 

 

 

Bridge or Fence

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“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.”

 

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

This post is for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #34.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

All Alone Reflecting

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Gabriel Isak

All

Alone

Reflecting

Choices she made

Sadly, hurting some

Not intentionally

Regretting it every day

Wanting to make amends with some

The ones she absolutely did love

Forgiveness does not always come easy

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

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.

 

 

Follow Your Dreams

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She longed to write poetry ever since she was three

determined to be a writer was her dream you see.

At six she decided she’d write a book one day

then someone told her she should write a play.

In school, she took a class all about Poe

and had to write a story to show what she did know.

When she was a young adult, she wrote poetry about life

and when she was older, they were about wildlife.

In her fifties, she wrote her first book

and followed her dreams without a second look.

She lived a simple fulfilling life

as a mother and a wife.

 

© Susan Zutautas 2019

 

Written for Denise’s challenge; Six Sentence Story using the word simple.

Please Don’t Make Me Exercise

This was written for Six Sentence Story hosted by Denise.

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Image by Sasin Tipchai from Pixabay

 

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.

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019

Flying With The Goose

This post was written for Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge #16.

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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

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

 

 

Red Maple Tree

This post is for Sunday Trees – 394.

 

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My red maple tree

A glorious sight to see

Proudly she poses

 

©Susan Zutautas 2019

 

 

Soaking Up Some Rays

This is written for Photo Challenge #265 at Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie.

on the beach

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

©Susan Zutautas 2019