Today’s Prompt (two for Tuesday) is to write about something Paranormal and/or write about something Normal. And I ended up with what usually happens on a Tuesday. I think I’m writing one of each, but when I look at them later, I notice that both poems look at both topics. Here they are:
Nothing to See Here It’s nothing, really, just this little mental twitch I sometimes get. I’m not sure it’s what you’d call psychic. Just enough that it really must only be intuition. Like the eyes I supposedly have on the back of my head (I am a mother after all) and the way I always knew when my little ones were in trouble; when the phone is about to ring; when the timer is about to go off. It’s nothing, really. And if I hear my grandmother (or your grandmother) telling me something important, well, that’s not much different is it? ### Patriotism The day the invaders arrived we were all at the little diner down on Main Street. It was a perfectly normal day. Nothing much was happening. The aliens were hideous. They were enormous and unlike the rest of us, had slick smooth and almost hairless skin! They walked on two legs! And as if that weren’t horrible enough, they talked out loud to each other! They had no telepathy at all! It was horrible, I tell ya! So when Brucie got the idea to take ‘em all out, well, we all had to agree. We were only bein’ patriotic after all.