2015 Poem-a-Day April 15 (adjective-titled prompt)

Mute


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2015 Poem-a-Day April 13 (confession prompt) and April 14 (honest or dishonest prompt)

To My Daughter

Among all this stress
is a single golden tress
which, when laid across my ches-
t, is indeed the most prec-
ious heaven you could bless.
My soul, that cratered mess,
would gladly find res-
t for this young lioness
who knows not her ques-
t, but to enjoy all the best.
So I loosen my ves-
t, heart swelling more than a fes-
tival of cowboys out wes-
t. And I can only wres-
tle with what is less -
the unenviable and fatal chess
or the horror of a life's press.

But I have no daughter, I must confess.



______________________________



To Be Honest

We speak to each other
Through tired silences
The inability to share
The undone plans
Left on the counter
To rot like last week's fruit
But here I sit
And there you sit
And between us is
This putrid corpse
Of our making

2015 Poem-a-Day April 12 (damage prompt)

The Uninvited, It Eats


Can you see inside me?
The shards that pierce
Are ravaged and old,
Dripping with rust,
Darkened inside my blood.

Can you feel inside me?
The aches are ancient,
Grown over, and poisoned,
Thriving in inverse,
Destined for a cancerous grave.

Can you smell inside me?
The rotting makes its way
Wherever it wants,
Forcing the realities
To reek like remnants.

Can you taste inside me?
The artifice of toxins
Leaves bitterness along the walls
Speckled with medicinal bullets,
False syrup slathered over my bones.

Can you hear inside me?
The screams of scars,
Never-ending and afraid,
Reveal my humanity as well
As my finality.

2015 Poem-a-Day April 11 (seasonal prompt)

Spiced


It was expensive,
but this fancy steak dinner -
worth its weight in salt.

If life were a meal,
you would be the paprika,
spicing up my grub.

Finishing this plate
of cinnamon rolls has been
my greatest life win.

What do you mean that
is not what the seasonal
prompt was all about?

2015 Poem-a-Day April 10 (how (blank) as title prompt)

How I Met Your Mother





Long and boring story
So I'll skip to the important part.
It was late. I was drunk.
In the closing lights she looked like art.
We walked home under the moon
And engaged in more lust than heart.
I never left her side after
But that is the basic story of the start.
Aren't you glad you asked?

2015 Poem-a-Day April 9 (work prompt)

Attempted to work
on a poem about work
but I've been downsized.

2015 Poem-a-Day April 8 (dare prompt)

Dare Me to Stop


Dance with my blade.
Answer your fear with screams.
Respond with blood.
Enter this realm with me.

My night scares my day.
Every sun another step to death.

Test vermin for slaughter.
Origin of this fate awaits.

Shut out the demons.
Throw the evils away.
Overthrow my worst desires.
Push the needle in me.