Hello Readers, Writers, and Friends,
Happy Friday. I’m hoping it’s a good one for you. My kids have been on Spring Break for a week now. It’s fine. It’s Fine. IT’S FINE! But next week promises a bit of a respite, so I’m looking forward to the quiet. And perhaps the chance to get some solid work done.
Before I give you this week’s prompts, a fun warning. I did my nails. So the typing might be particularly special this week. It might be nothing worth noting, or I may sprain a pinky. Here we go.
Prompts: jealousy, parents who aren’t really parents, and lifeguard.
The wave returns to the ocean
Builds, crashes, receeds
A hand waves above the crest
begging to be seen
Beggig for someone to reach them
before the crush overwhelms their lungs
I’m supposed to dive in
rush to the rescue
bring them back to the shore
But I would rather trade places
Water replacing the void
Physical weight pressing down on my shoulders
But I’m already running
Feet splashing in the surf
too well trained not to do my job
If only everyone was too well trained
to ever shirk, shrink, run the opposite direction
The waver is just the beacon
The real victim lies below
Dive liike I did the day they told me
Sink as low and fast as i can
Until sound is a memory
I see another hand
And a foot tangled in a line
I cut him loose
Like they cut me loose
And we rise
Now I kick
not for my life, but his
He’ll hang on my buoy until the shore
is solid under his body
He’ll breathe againg
But when they ask me who to thank
I don’t even know my name.
I like to follow the prompts wherever the whimsy takes me and this story poem was the only right response today. I hope, as always that you will share where the prompts took you in the comments. And who knows, maybe I’ll have a surprise for you all next week.