In response to secretkeeper.net’s weekly writing prompt #122. The challenge is to use the 5 words given below (or their synonyms ) in a poem or flash fiction.
(5) Words: | LIGHT | BLUR | LAD | NEED | RARE |
The light of the streetlamp
caused a blur in Joseph’s eyes
as he stepped out of the pub,
New Year was a rare occasion
so there was a need to go out and enjoy it,
Joseph lit a cigarette and then seen
the lad he would marry one day
come out of the pub.
It was a clear night,
she wrapped her fingers
through hers
as they rested on a blanket
and looked at the stars,
it was like a scene from a movie
only more mundane,
she listened as she told her
facts about stars and space,
suddenly interested in
something she’d never been before
because she was storytelling,
she kissed her on the cheek first,
courage stopping her from kissing her lips
though she really wanted to
then she kissed her back on the lips gently,
their first kiss,
they both blushed
and were unsure how to act
so they cuddled up in each arms
and she continued talking
about stars and the space
knowing they both felt
they were in a wonderful new galaxy
together
like stars in the sky
till the end of time.
Submerged hearts,
enraptured souls,
connected spirits,
transmitting messages
through circuits,
through love,
through wires that bind.
I was stupid
to let my heart
get so involved
and let you rip
it to shreds
like it was
a piece of rubbish
ready to be thrown out or
like clay to be moulded into
something harder
but I refuse to think it’s
useless rubbish
or to make it get harder.
I let my heart get
too involved
because I had no choice
and as much as I want to
say good riddance to you,
the sad truth is you could
play with my heart,
twist it every way you wanted
and I’d still be here
because I can’t break away,
I don’t even want it
and that’s where I’m stupid
but I can’t do anything about it.
And my heart bleeds inside
wanting to fix this,
to fix us
while you make no effort
because you don’t care
and you not caring makes my heart
bleed more but instead I paint on a smile,
believe everything will sort itself out,
I have to,
otherwise I’m going to cry again
and my pillow won’t thank me.
He started dancing the light fantastic
with the big noises,
the humble writer,
well she didn’t exist to him anymore
but when you dance the light fantastic
as a small fry with the big noises
you end up dancing alone
although of course she would
never let that happen,
to fall in love
she learned
was to lose all self-respect
and pick up the pieces
not because she was a goody-goody
but because she had to,
stupidly but understandably
she had to,
though he wasn’t there for her,
she knew she’d always be there for him,
it went without saying.
She felt so let down
in him,
in herself,
she wondered how
she thought there was a connection there,
some mutual feeling of respect and liking
and yet in seconds he
burned bridges,
erased her from his life,
just like that,
just like that,
after all she had done to help him,
just like that.
Though she wanted to be hard,
she knew she’d help him again
in the future,
it’s hard to burn bridges she knew
when you were in love
and she knew she’d be there for him again
just like that.
Tired
of trying to please you,
no
I was not perfect either
but
then neither were you also,
we
had so much going on
though
I did not forget you,
however
you did clearly forget me,
chose
people who never did care,
oh
how I wish I wish
that
I didn’t care no more,
fruitless
I will always bloody care,
and
it is endless fatuous fatigue
because
you are such hard work,
yes,
but you are worth it,
me,
I am so caught up,
you,
I put you before me,
life,
just such a fatuous fatigue,
love,
the entire reason why here.
