a typical day

the sun breaks through my window—
time to rise.
but my stubborn body
shuts her eyes once more
and wallows in comfort—
five more minutes, please,
before my day begins
and I taste it—
blood. punctuating my day,
giving it definition.

I’m moderately sweet this morning,
so I dine before I bathe
dressing in all black
to take my laptop to the couch
and exercise poetic muscles,
before I test my blood again.

a book, a poem,
a story for my thesis,
my fictions still incomplete
but getting stronger every day
a trip to the kitchen
involving chicken and carrots—
then my blood again.

talking and knitting
around a restaurant table.
Jane’s husband is ill again,
but Beth’s sister
is responding well to treatment,
and her grandfather
is trying to steal her dog.
we part, minds quieter,
but blood sweeter
by influx of pastry,
my own fault.

blood after supper,
sitting on the couch again,
mind half poetic, half caught
in the goose-ish problems
of actors, whose blood is made
of corn syrup and dye.
I chuckle at appropriate places,
and taste my blood again:
situation normal—
before my body rests again
under the covers,
and my eyes close
with the dark.

line count: 47

Prompt ▼

Prompt for: Sept 15, 2015 (Ren)
Subject or Theme: Write a poetic version of your day (not a list or a run down, a poem please)
Word(s) to Include: chuckle, fault, fiction, goose, stubborn (or any derivatives of these words)
Forbidden Word(s): alarm, appointment, bed, breakfast, cell, chore, class, clean, cloth, commute, customer, did, dinner, do, drive, dust, eat, food, laundry, lunch, makeup, meeting, mobile, not, phone, read, school, see, shave, shower, sleep, soap, sofa, sweep, type, vacuum, wake, wash, work, write (YES, there are 40 words you cannot use, so check your work very carefully) (or any derivatives of these words)
Additional Parameters: Minimum of 20 lines any form or free verse.
Remember, do not use forbidden words ANYWHERE, including title or the brief description.