Dear Anne, this is #NotMine & #NotAPoem let alone haiku. But whenever I see/hear this word, I’m reminded of an age-old ditty:
🎵“My wife left town with a banana. He had a lot of appeal.”🎵
-tam🤭 🍌
#haikufeels #appeal #humour ? #ABreakFromTheNews #homonyms #DontShootTheMessenger 🙏🫣
Again, good for those that miss 'it'
It's most probably for the best
For all involved
And for those, otherwise
Yet the countless multitude that has not even the chance to gravitate?
Paradise, truly.
#notapoem
What is an enemy?
Is it close to friend, family or follower?
They aren't far, either way. All within sight.
All with potential to fight.
Like driving into bright sunlight...
As it rises
Or sets.
On a course for what is "right".
The casualties are already counting.
#poem #notapoem
Paradox of Me - Epiphany
I resist asymmetrical compression
because I know how real it is.
But I may also recreate compression internally
by constantly calculating.
The market isn’t always live.
Sometimes the room is just a room.
But my nervous system
may still be trading.
#notapoem
So, what are we selling today.
Oh. Yourself?
Thats quite OK. I already have a slightly more convenient version in my mind.
Thank you, though.
Keep selling.
Don't give up.
You will find someone willing to buy if you also buy enough, eventually.
#notapoem
Hope that floats doesn’t steer the river.
It doesn’t insist on a shoreline.
It doesn’t confuse possibility with promise.
It stays available.
#notapoem
prompt and description: A semi-realistic digital painting of a quiet classroom with rigid, sterile order. All student desks are arranged in straight rows facing a chalkboard on the left wall, emphasizing discipline and institutional direction. A single child sits at one of the desks, but their body is subtly twisted away from the desk alignment. The child has turned their head and upper torso to the right, gazing out a large window on the opposite wall. Outside the window is a vivid, dreamlike fantasy landscape—soft light, organic shapes, impossible colors—clearly contrasting with the muted, fluorescent-lit classroom interior. The classroom feels constrained and orderly; the world beyond the window feels inviting and alive. No text in the image. Cinematic lighting. Emphasis on contrast between imposed orientation and inner pull.
Loneliness doesn’t always look like sadness.
Often it looks like over-articulation of meaning.
Some of us locate ourselves through contact.
In a world that extracts first, that’s hard... rare, even, and it also gives the connections that do happen more gravity.
Force with consequence.
#notapoem
I #wish I could paint a #pastel picture, I’d paint an #alien #hive. The queen, a #luminicent #serpent, would realise too #late her fate was to end her #eternity in a painting.
#whistpr
#notapoem
#justwriting
Entering the parliament tower, they were ushered into what Antin could only describe as a #waiting room, to the side of the entry hallway.
«I guess we’re not #late then,» Antin said.
#blueskyrelay
#whistpr
#writingprompt
#notapoem
I wrote more things about you.
Whenever I actually sing, it's about you.
I'm still stuck with you at the heart of it all, the heart of me.
I'm sorry, that intensity must be sad or scary
Don't mean to obsess.
It's just I gave you my best -
And I don't know
How to let you go.
#notapoem #butitcouldbe
Reflection of a warehouse ina body of water at night. Dialogue in a Rapidly-Flooding Warehouse, Docklands, London - Do you know why we’re here? - No. And who are you? - I could ask you the same question - Well, go on then - Who are you? - I’m Derek. And you are? - That’s a coincidence. I’m Derek, too - Who’da thought it? - That’s a lot of water - It is - Where’s it coming from? - <silence> - Oh, of course. The river. It’s cold, isn’t it? - It is - Derek? - Yes? - You any good with knots? - No. They kicked me out of the Scouts. - Why? - I was no good with knots. - Makes sense (They drown)
Not Exactly a Poem a Day, but it’s No. 59 Anyway: Dialogue in a Rapidly-Flooding Warehouse, Docklands, London. Being a prompt to write a short dialogue between two strangers in a London warehouse, attempting to reach a solution.
#notapoem #dialogue #kurleybobsdialoguecorner
#hopeyoulikeit
