Daily Prompt: Abandoned
The crickets are chirping,
the cats have all fled;
the phone hasn’t rung,
and I lie here alone in my
cold, forlorn bed,
and even Facebook and Twitter
are deserted and dead,
while the wine that I guzzled
at my table for one
is bloating my stomach
and rapping my head.
And the mockingbird wakes me
at 1:32
to sing through his tune store
to his gray sweet babboo,
and my god, am I lonesome,
my god, am I blue,
hanging over the wire
like an old far-flung shoe,
like a toppling barn
that the wind just blows through…
Photo credit: swainboat via Foter.com / CC BY-NC-SA
Hm…I think I’ll play with this one some more.
For the month of May, I will be posting something daily, namely some kind of respond to The Daily Post’s daily prompt or some other prompt, unless a poem or post visits me of its own accord, unbidden and welcomed.
Pushing the Bruise 
Omg I love this. Cute, funny, sad, and deep plus, original metaphors. Much enjoyed this witty ditty.
A witty ditty! Yayyyyy! Thanks! I had fun, so much so that I’ll probably keep playing with it. 🙂
I lobe it. Really. My brain is super happy with that poem.
“Like a toppling barn that the wind just blows through.” Oh, I am SO glad you’re doing this challenge, friend. I’m starting to think I might actually go look at your prompts instead of your poems, and maybe I’ll play in the sandbox. Solitary play probably–but still. You’re making me think about it! Well done.
Do, Crystal! They’re just one-word prompts, and they can be for poetry or prose or photography or anything you like. The link is at the bottom of the post above the tags. The sandbox is clean and there’s plenty of room.
Man, you made me feel all the feels with this one. I love it.