Today’s prompt is to use the words “Sort of” as the jumping off point of the poem. Strangely, it made me wake up and feel all kinds of things in the creation. The second poem was a kind of bonus that was still lurking in my brain after I thought I was done. I just wrote the first few words and got lost in the creation of it, then there it was. My muse is weird sometimes, but I love her anyway. Here are my two poems for today:
Sort of Like That Sort of like that shocking vertigo you get when you walk unknowingly into the spray of a sprinkler and you wonder why it’s suddenly raining on such a bright sunny day. Sort of like that sense of deja vu when you meet someone on the street or at a café or maybe at the grocery store, someone you just thought of and really wanted to talk to. Sort of like when you’re laying on your back in a field or on a hill outside, watching the clouds flow quickly by, shapes changing and you see a house or a heart or an angel. Sort of like opening a door when someone else is trying to open it from the other side, and you meet at the threshold, laughing. Sort of like when you wake from a dream of someone you love, and somehow, they really are there with you, when you thought you’d been parted for all these years. Sort of like that. Trust is a Fragile Thing Sort of open, yet half closed my heart waivers, wants to trust but then it seems my heart knows, knows the throes of your endless anguish; the pain spent, worry sent, trouble lent. And scared to scar you more it closes once again.