Gratitude
Blue Chair at the Edge (2019)
This is a prose with characters and script. The idea arrived in my brain after feeling blue yesterdays of then and now from 2019 to 2025. It's about a broken relationship with a family member and the day I shot the photo of the lone blue chair looking out across the ocean from a cliff in Palos Verdes, California in 2019.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Thoughts I never Speak.. Content Warning.
This is a poem for all the words I never say out loud, But because this is a poem, it'll have to be under 500 words. How am I supposed to do that? I have a life time of words I'd love to spit out and just get them out of my head, and off my chest.
By Jen Phillipsabout a year ago in Poets
Logbook Of A Reluctant Dog-Sitter
Four o'clock, the pup's awake, Piano dreams I yearn to take. Fingers poised with hope so bright - First note played? Oh dear, not right! No music school? No teacher near? "When in doubt, YouTube’s it out!" Keys I fumbled, lamp aglow, Power out? Ha! Still let’s go! Sore fingers tapped, the tune took shape, Puppy swayed—no escape! Dinner called, my pride intact, Turns out beginners can play.
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
