#NPM2018: Prompt 23

2 thoughts on “#NPM2018: Prompt 23”

1. Kevin Hodgson says:

   April 23, 2018 at 3:50 am

   Words and phrases,
   discarded into plastic pails
   by the back door.

   Sometimes,
   I’ll lean out my writing window,
   let my fingers dangle,
   as the poems drop.

   I forgot
   what it is
   I meant to
   write.

   So much of life
   gets away from us,
   it’s amazing we even have
   the courage

   to save a bit
   for the remembering.

   –Kevin

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2. Bud Hunt says:

   April 25, 2018 at 8:58 pm

   Hiding In Protected Sight

   I’m not sure what’s so secret
   That you gotta lock up your trash
   Wall it off
   Prevent it from siege
   But it must be something special.

   I can’t tell what’s so precious
   That you’re building a wall around it
   Just after you let it go forever.
   Keeping sacred secrets in the can behind your place
   is certainly one way to do it
   Is certainly somewhere folks won’t look.

   I wonder what you’re keeping in the kitchen
   What isn’t locked away behind this wall
   And what makes it change into a treasure
   Only safe
   in the street out back.

   — Bud Hunt
   April 25th, 2018
   https://www.evernote.com/l/AAGEieL-gT5LVaHWeQ9UdBUCW-CVZArO0Pw

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