Daily Prompt: Unleash Your Inner Dickinson

Emily Dickinson
Emily Dickinson (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The Prompt is:

National Poetry Writing Month is nearly at at end. To celebrate it, try your hand at some verse.

I dug through the archives and found a poem about early mornings in the city and a Haiku about kissing a littler person.

It Is Only Our Morning

The sun lights the sky and the  glass on the tall buildings before it  lights the air where we walk. We walked to under a canopy of warm  refractory light in the darkness this morning.

We claim a bit more ownership of the city at this hour. Sharing it  only with delivery trucks, school kids, and the barristas that make  our coffee. The empty sidewalks and streets, the dark shop windows,  the last of the summer blooms are all ours. We share them with each  other and witness the city waking up together.


Black Out Make Out

Can’t blame the vodka

She was standing on a chair

We’re all fabulous


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