red kayak
alone
drifting with the gentle breeze
in the middle of the lake
water droplets
beads
of shining glass
shatter
in the afternoon sun,
drip
into the water
ripple ripple ripple ripple
breathe their life out in never-ending circles
surface like a mirror
reflecting bouncing the bad thoughts
away
but what lurks under the surface?
does it know
care understand
as it drifts with the gentle breeze
in the middle of the lake
alone
red kayak
Posted in response to the challenge Boat.
submission for next year's prompts:
Use the NY Times Connections as a writing prompt! Take all 16 or one line of the words generated in there (before it's been solved) and use them in a poem or short story.
they have taken her.
hope.
she is trapped in the great big house made of new money & keys
that open nothing anymore. it is named america.
you can hear her,
i'll use your name. sweet nothings spill
from well-meaning mouths & shatter on concrete radiating summer sun
right back at you, perfect -- dainty -- shiny with dewdrops. they told me
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