I said…
It doesn’t matter,
It is all a whimsy game
But alas, later,
It lured me in once again;
I blew all time asunder.
The hungry hippo
Tries not to eat the sugar,
But what a struggle!
And on, on, it goes
Barely here, yet hardly gone,
It changes colors
Lighting up the air, lights out;
Group, together open share.
I am resolute
To leave; lingering poems
Keep besieging me.
Participation
No longer a requirement
No ribbons, badges,
Only vagrant scribblings here,
Revealing nothing precise.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
I am perplexed. I suppose the thing is a habit—almost a compulsion.
PROMPT: Dare yourself to come clean; stop hiding behind sheets of invisibility.
Whatever you do, do it despite the critics, silent or other-disposition.
Haphazard Creative 