Möbius Strip

Life with you is like a circle,

twisted once for good measure.

A gut-wrenching trip

that always ends right

where it began.

Round and round...

...and round...

Faster and faster...

...and more nauseating

each and every time.

I don't think I can bear it again.

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Prompt: Write a poem based on the concept or idea of a "Mobeus strip."

Truth

He sat there,

drinking like a fish,

consuming enough bourbon

to knocked a man out.

He was a happy drunk:

jovial and flirtatious,

at all the wrong times

and with all the wrong people.

It was an act of mourning.

He drank because he'd lost a child,

a grandson.

Lost him to a fit of stupidity,

with a woman who didn't care.

He laughed because he felt like crying,

and drank to forget the truth.

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Notes: My prompt was "Write a poem that begins with a description of an event, telling what appears to be happening. Then give a description of what is really occurring."

Between us

There is so much between us

too much

miles of tundra condensed

into a single sheet of glass.

We stand back to back

separated by inches of miles.

The glass has broken before,

shattered by circumstances

that you control.

The shards always rain down on me.

Cutting and tearing,

destroying everything that I've built.

I'm the one who gets hurt

and you never turn

to help pick up the pieces.

It's tragic--

replacing the glass with brick.

Even if you finally turn around,

you won't be able to reach me.

Earth & Sky

I could see the storm coming for miles,
angry bright flashes among ominous clouds.

I could feel the change in the wind,

suddenly cool and agitated,

herding the leaves,

burning against my cheeks.

The darkness ate the sky,

smothered the hazy blue sky.

Immense. Powerful. Awful.

I could have passed by the seed

a hundred times and never noticed it.

Tiny and insignificant, I could hold it in my palm.

I pressed it to the earth and turned my back.

While I was gone the earth created

something out of nothing.

Tiny. Powerful. Incomprehensible.

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Notes: Today's prompt was ""This and That"- Write a list of phrases such as "salt and pepper", "cats and dogs", "love and war". Write a poem with the first stanza about the first word and the second stanza about the second word." I like how this one turned out.

Ripples

Last night I dreamt I stood
between an old woman and a child
in a place where the black ground
rippled like water.
You hurried past us, no backward glances,
leaving a stormy wake.
The child shrieked after you
stomping out large ripples, uncomprehending.
The old woman watched you go, silent.
Her tears made plinking tiny ripples.
You didn't notice, and she,

unlike the child, was unsurprised.
I made no ripples at all.

The dream turned on its head,
changing black to white,

and in that surreal moment,
I was both old woman and child.