Yesterday’s prompt was ” banana bread”. Warm sweet banana bread – I understand the best is made from bananas with brown, almost black skin – the more over-ripe the banana, the sweeter the bread.

Today’s prompt was to be “clock-pieces” but I am changing it.

I had an episode last night that left me blind for about four hours. I’m still trying to process the whys and wherefores but I am seeing some metaphors in the experience so I’m making today’s prompt be “blind”.  I keep feeling more and more insistent on it.

Here’s one from 2012 that get close to how it felt – but not quite. So, yes, there needs to be a new poem.

Biography

half blind, half deaf; no nose, no teeth;
i’m not human yet.

i tried to hold on and failed;
i’m not human yet

reached out for help:
i’m not human yet

there are holes in my fence;
i’m not human yet

The door locks have changed;
i’m not human yet

i sleep with a fist of metal and grit:
i’m not human yet

at the sound of noise, i prowl.

i’m not human yet.

 

I’m going to start writing up Sunday’s prompt; get back on schedule.

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