My ego and I
Kingdom of the wicked
An ordinary life
The idiot brain
– A short history of nearly everything
But otherwise no panic
Cakes and ale
Despair is temporarily over
(supported by For Whom the Bell Tolls)
When I read the boek spine poem Little Learner posted, I knew I wanted to make one too. It was a prompt on dVerse, the online poet’s pub. It makes me off prompt for napowrimo.net, where describing fruit was the suggested prompt.
The other night I was talking to myself
and I noticed I was telling myself lies.
I tried to call my own bluff but I couldn’t.
All I got was evasive answers.
I got angry with myself but it didn’t help.
I wouldn’t budge.
I pleaded with myself but it didn’t help.
All I got was an eye roll.
In the end I gave up and told myself
I’m not talking to you anymore.
I moped in the corner, grumpily
refusing to speak another word.
With an inaudible sigh I smiled, happily.
I had won.
There was a prompt about a dialogue, one of the #NaPoWriMo days. It seemed a good prompt for catching up. This is my day 26 entry.
Unassorted stories 