Two Poems

Day 27,


This is for the sonnet prompt:

i think of you on daylight depth, so deep
that thru the night i sleep, you’re in my dream

and so i ask myself why was it so
but saw these pimples grew on my forehead;

i thought of it, disclaiming that i know
while painting your face on a sunset sky

whereby your trademark growl a spell-cast charm
despite the gloomy clouds, you’re there to cheer;

and knew not more i can deny this sheer
a tease once from came back prowling me

an affect flourish unexpectedly
you unfurling my lips a lovely glee;

more it grew, and sowed to, an awkward feel
a friend painted my cheeks a rosy-peel.



And this is for the long line poem prompt:

it was already dark when the cold was catching me
an embrace, a chill of discomfort pricking my nerves distempered so
i gathered some sticks and branches then piled them round in a slope
where edges were jointed stones i stacked before i lit those dried woods ablaze

i felt warm as bonfire scorch caressed against my skin a flashback
boyscouts’ grade school camp battling lonesome cold night breeze
rekindling memories from past spilling from the burnt woods
a few gulp of rum mellowing the night a sober soothe

the woods now half gone, perish into ashes until i cannot see them
alluded them friends from boyscout days that long my eyes has lost
from days we tuck ourselves young adventurers on a pineapple field
searching risk, building bonds out of made-up boyscout quest

upon a bonfire i thought remembering the blissful boyscout days
i whisk my throat more rum, more memories until the fire catches no more wood.



Good memories make me miss some dear friends.


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