Category: More Tomorrow
My daily poems for 2025 from the #vss365 prompts on BlueSky. I like that there’s no advance warning of what kind of prompt may be drop for each day, and the chance of opening a blank canvas of thought each morning.
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Guilty
Another plane departs, passengers shackled, under guard, off to rendition in Salvadorian prison, sent there by a man with 34 convictions. 77/365
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Lullaby
Hush little baby, it’s no joke, they’ve gone and made it illegal to be woke. Head under covers, eyes closed to the lights, say goodnight to mother, and goodbye to your rights. 76/365
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Cerulean
Hey kids!Come to Big Jake’s,the crayon store,headquarters of cerulean,the original sky-colored sky,and periwinkle,for all yourperiwinkle coloring needs!We’re wheeling,we’re dealing,we’re going outside the lines.Big Jake’s is the store for hue! 75/365
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Interregnum
The Times saidDemocracy died in darkness.The Post saidDemocracy died in dumbness.Either way,the new kingdom mournsand awaitsthe accessionof Democracy II. 74/365
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Myopic
Blink and you’ll miss it they said, but every time I open my eyes it’s still there. Can someonepleasetell me when it’s gone? 73/365
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Obstreperous
Maternity ward nursessuffered greater attritionwhen an obstrepericianpartneredwith the town’s obstetrician. 72/365 Obstreperous /ŏb-strĕp′ər-əs, əb-/ adjective 3/14/25 Poetry Friday Roundup is hosted by Janice Scully with more poetry on the nursing profession.
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Flocculent
Stay true to your wool, so heavy and full, from follicles born, and with honor worn, a horror when shorn, its loss you would mourn. 70/365
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Rigmarole
The newsies scattered, hawking the Daily Rigmarole to Monday commuters who never complained that all the names changed but the headlines stayed the same. 69/365
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Weir
Beweir the phisherman’s net across your datastream that harvests the glittering carp of your identity. 68/365
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Pomeranian
Bred tiny, wolf-spawn remade into toys for fawning queens, by surreptitious means; Her gene-splicing Majesty causing the tragedy of Princess Peggy’s Pomeranian Pixie-Pup accidentally drowned in a china teacup. 67/365
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Copse
“Cheese it, the copse!” shouted Dale, thinking he was so funny until the trees arrested him for littering the forest with his little orange cracker squares. 66/365