Memories
silky and refined
gossamer threads
neatly woven
embracing our every need
and desire
sometimes turning frayed
and becoming unraveled
always pulling
tugging
insisting
on forced intimacies
and enacted
whispers of light
evoked by the smallest
of transgressions
and promises,
regularly consumed
by hydrangea days
and gardenia nights
exasperating us all.

Daily Prompt: Evoke

OK.

THIS part of me – my faults, my hang-ups, my frailties – they’re yours. You can have them.

You can sift through the rest to see if anything sparks your interest. Doubtful, though.

Doubtful.

This beating heart of mine, however, is spoken for.

Flipping and flopping, stopping and starting,
unsure at times whether I really have what it takes – that’s taken.

Ditto my sometimes unsavory soul, my intermittent hopes, my juicy passions. Likewise, my unrelenting dreams and unseemly quirks.

I don’t know what else to tell you. Perhaps you should just look elsewhere.

Daily Prompt: Carve

Young children (and certain adults) resist leafy, green vegetables:
Kale. Spinach. Swiss Chard.

Paunchy, prematurely gray men nix the idea of an early morning run.

Millennials txt lk ths, punctuation be damned.

Hipster chicks on a frigid Friday night: warm coats left behind. Hardly enchanting when mummified against the cold.

Politicians and the truth: Need I say more?

Daily Prompt: Allergic