Daily Prompt: Teaching

The Daily Prompt states: We all know how to do something well — write a post that teaches readers how to do something you know and/or love to do.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us TEACHING.

You guide me each day.

You taught me to roll over.

Take a step or two.

You showed me how a spoon works.

Then the words came up from inside.

You helped me to learn to read.

Taught me respect and to respect others.

A teacher you are, but dad is your name.

I learned, and one day I’ll teach just like you.

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Alone

When the winds cease, emptiness.

Like standing in the corner,

others around, a million ants with one focus.

There I sit, speaking with a muted voice.

I’m seen, but ignored.

Like a star, a million light-years away,

never heard.

One day, I will be heard.

Recognized through my words,

my art.

Alone only in my thoughts.

Words, like a fraternity,

are my friends.

Never alone.

Daily Prompt: Sixteen

The Daily Prompt states: Write a post inspired by your sixteenth birthday.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us SIXTEEN.

The smart phone went off,

interrupting my slumber.

My friends will call soon, regardless that its early.

10 am.

My excitement can’t be quelled.

I will pass the exam. I will be allowed.

To drive.

I’ve waited for this birthday since I was eight.

I’ll get mom to iron my jeans, I won’t do that.

Breakfast better be quick, I can’t wait.

Dad better be ready to drive me to the DMV.

For soon I will be able to drive myself,

wherever I want to go.

Sixteen is golden,

precious.

I hope I don’t have to get a job.

Sixteen.

Daily Prompt: Choice

The Daily Prompt states: You’ve been kidnapped and given a choice: would you rather be stranded on an island, dropped into an unknown forest, or locked in a strange building?

Photographers, artists, poets: show us CHOICE.

 

Up or down?

Left or right?

Go to school,

don’t go to school.

Choose faith,

don’t choose faith.

Be nice,

don’t be so nice.

Choose what you want to be.

Choice is not a choice,

it is a right.

Cheeseburger,

pizza,

tofu?

Choose what you want.

But know you have the choice.

Happiness?

Sorrow?

Positivity or negativity?

How do you choose to live your life?

The Table Stays the Same

I remember sitting under the table,

a child with eyes wide open.

Life just beginning,

a new dawn.

Mommy would say watch your head.

Daddy would just shake his.

I grew, the table stayed the same.

Meals, talks, moments, memories.

The table stayed the same.

I remember the arguments with my brother.

The wax dripping from the birthday candles.

The sauce stain that, well how does it stain?

The table stayed the same.

Holiday meals, early breakfasts.

Bills paid, homework was done.

The table was wear mom cried,

when grandpa died.

The table stayed the same.

Rooms in the house change,

new paint, maybe a rug.

The fridge stopped working,

a new one came.

The table stayed the same.

Now my kids enjoy alphabet soup,

mom and dad go by grandma and grandpa.

The table stays the same.

Daily Prompt: Quirky

The Daily Prompt asks: Which quirky habit annoys you the most, and what quirky habit do you love — in yourself, or others.

Photographers, artists, poets: show us QUIRKY.

 

The way you click your tongue after every bite,

drives me up the wall.

You slurp your coffee,

milk, tea, and once I think a beer.

Why can’t you just eat and drink like the rest of us?

Yesterday you scooped your ice cream with a fork.

You stirred your coffee creamer with the handle of a knife.

Instead of napkins,

your sleeve was covered in crumbs and saliva.

You eat your donuts with a knife and fork.

You dress appropriately for all occasions.

You never use contractions,

your house is immaculate.

Yet watching you eat, is a quirky,

strange, messy…quirky…. thing to watch.

 

 

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Maybe one day our hearts will be one.

As my lover, you lay down.

Once we were together,

we drifted.

Many reasons.

We weren’t ready,

maybe I wasn’t ready.

You said you would wait.

I couldn’t let you.

I had to let you go.

Maybe one day we will come together.

Maybe we won’t.

occasionally we talk.

A text,

not even that.

Nothing scandalous.

I have my love now.

I hope you have yours.

Our hearts will always be linked,

but in a small way.

Nothing scandalous.

I will follow you, in my heart.

Know once two people are linked,

they are linked forever.

Time will pass,

eternity no.

Follow your heart,

you will find me at the end of the road.