Challenge: Superstition

Decided to kick the mirror in today
seven more years of a lifetime of misery
seems shallow in retrospect

smashed the salt shaker
danced in the dervish scuffed by
my feet
kicking it as if it were dust
and luck is nothing more than a boot print
primed in the lament of failure

walked under a ladder
staring up at the obtuseness of triangles
and what they mean in the relationship
to a consciousness that has fallen by the wayside
into the disrepute of hedonism

inhale the nihilistic approach
of running a-foul of black cats
whilst howling at the full moon

and still I miss the sound of your voice
the timbre that melts the melancholy
and revives the fact that I can feel alive

now its simply the sound of raining glass
 
Last I checked it was not yet midnight in the US. and the Americas. As I post (edit) this right now it is 8:00 PM PST (my time zone) - and there are at least 2 time zones to the west of me in the US (Alaska and Hawaii)

It is Sunday per our own time zone, correct?
That was our original rule, yes. don't know if it's been modified.
 
MrTenant said:
...At our dinner, I spilled the salt
Forthwith. I grabbed the family black cat, Tillie,
And tossed her over my left shoulder..
an unbidden laugh, well done
 
Last I checked it was not yet midnight in the US. and the Americas. As I post (edit) this right now it is 8:00 PM PST (my time zone) - and there are at least 2 time zones to the west of me in the US (Alaska and Hawaii)

It is Sunday per our own time zone, correct?
I'm good with differing to the later entries if they met the magic midnight criteria as I don't know everyone's time zome.
 
Decided to kick the mirror in today
seven more years of a lifetime of misery
seems shallow in retrospect

smashed the salt shaker
danced in the dervish scuffed by
my feet
kicking it as if it were dust
and luck is nothing more than a boot print
primed in the lament of failure

walked under a ladder
staring up at the obtuseness of triangles
and what they mean in the relationship
to a consciousness that has fallen by the wayside
into the disrepute of hedonism

inhale the nihilistic approach
of running a-foul of black cats
whilst howling at the full moon

and still I miss the sound of your voice
the timbre that melts the melancholy
and revives the fact that I can feel alive

now its simply the sound of raining glass

yummy writing :cool:
 
Last I checked it was not yet midnight in the US. and the Americas. As I post (edit) this right now it is 8:00 PM PST (my time zone) - and there are at least 2 time zones to the west of me in the US (Alaska and Hawaii)

It is Sunday per our own time zone, correct?

Ooops sorry it was early hours of Sunday morning here (I'm a night owl!)
 
flat tire challenge #5

I'm Sorry Mom

You held my hand as we hopped
from sidewalk block to block
those relief breaks yawning
like chasms beneath a little kid's
stretched out stride
"Step on a crack..."

The decade passed and I recalled
the verse and chanted it aloud
as my angry teen sneakered feet
stomped viciously on each space
"Break your mother's BACK"

You were in traction for two weeks
post operatively, but I remember
the tears and the groaning pain
expressed for months before
the doctors and surgeon relented.

A double fusion of your lumbar spine
and you felt such relief when
you could move without agonizing
and piercing firebrands stabbing
you with each step you took.

I carried my baby sister over
those cracked sidewalks
so that she would never feel
the guilt I sorrowed through

"Step on a crack
break your momma's back"
 
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