POSTCARD POETRY FEST: August 15 2013

A poem a day is a great  opportunity to rev up your writing, grab images and find the gem in the mundane.  Here’s another one from August’s Postcard Poetry Fest.

martini glass with green oliive

“Don’t.”  That’s the first word

I remember…a voice from above,

Don’t doesn’t mean anything

if you’re eighteen months old.

Adults on the couch, laugh,

sip martinis.

I reach to the huge green olive

with a pimiento dot.

A finger wags.  I wait.

Sip. Sip. Sip.  They drink

and then a glass is lowered.

I snatch the shiny green treasure,

suck tart juice, bite into chilled olive,

martini juice runs to my elbow.

On Friday night’s they forget

the “don’t”s.

 

   C.J. Prince

©2013

   Bellingham, WA

POSTCARD POETRY FEST: August 14, 2013

This poem came from a prompt to write a poem as a want ad.

Image

WANTED

Insomniac seeks light sleeper.

No snoring, snorting or hawking.

Must read Chaucer.  No Virgos.

Meet me at the lake on the cusp of midnight

Where black swans circle

Under Northern Lights.

Moondancer77

  ©2013

      C.J. Prince

Bellingham, WA