Do you remember any bullies at school? I do, I was one of them, taunting and tormenting. I stayed safe by stealing safety, life was a zero-sum game. I remember a boy named Robbie. One day, I surprised him and shouted. I chased him because he ran, with no agenda for when he was caught. I saw fright when I did, then touched his nose and walked away. I wonder what Robbie remembers; running from a bully, none of it at all? I no longer play zero-sum games, the bully in me, wants to give safety to all.
This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Bullies.
I watch the morning sky turn bright and full leaf trees welcoming light. This is the kind of perfect day that calls to all for frolic and play. I think of crowds heeding that call, and just don’t want to deal with it all. By staying in, what’s to regret, fond memories I may forget? In the bitter cold of December, which summer days will I remember? If I turn in, and skip the fun, than today is not likely one. I could focus on my chores, or just sit until I get bored. Is it bad to get my way and have just one, fully-wasted-day?
This poem was posted for the previous week’s poetry prompt, Time Wasted.
Our prompt this week is Time Wasted. What do you consider wasting time? Are there things that get in the way of what you want to do, or do you find yourself distracted and time just slips by? Write your poem about time wasted or wasting time.
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