Cold panic grips the senses.
Past, Future, behind Fences.
Seen through distorted lenses.
Left Alone, nothing cleanses. This is my first recent attempt at poetry. Tanaga is a Filipino form of poetry I’d never heard of before this afternoon.
Ralph was to be married in a few days. To help him relax, his best man Sam took him to his favorite hangout so they could read poetry for a while.
They found the Norton Anthology of Victorian Poems and began reading.
First they read Tennyson’s “Locksley Hall”, a tale of a soldier jilted by his old girlfriend, now a wife and mother, whose parents can’t stand him. Throughout the poem he wallows in bitterness.
They then turned to Robert Browning’s “My Last Duchess”. The Duke’s widowhood was self-inflicted.
“Is it always this way?” Ralph asked, anxiously pondering his decision.
This week’s photo prompt was provided by J. Hardy Carroll. Friday Fictioneers is our weekly attempt at writing a one hundred-word story, with the help of our fearless leader, Rochelle Wisoff~Fields.
Is springtime at last approaching?
My hitherto forced grins
Are becoming more spontaneous.
Now I can come out
Of my shell again
And face the world.
Not cut out for winter,
I fall in love
With each vernal outburst.
I wish it were permanent.
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