Plinky Prompt: Write a 10-line poem about your neighbor. Too good to pass up.
“We’re neighbors” is how the conversation starts.
“More like family, really” is what we silently say.
In the chip aisle, we are eye to eye
contemplating options, of the corn and marriage variety.
Sharing clothes, advice, food, hearts, minds.
Having moments of clarity
and moments of, “what the fuck am I doing here?”
and moments that are perfect, and will always, always be calm.
she is my LA good feeling, my summer wind, lightly falling across my heart.
and always, I will ask her for a cup of sugar (or coffee.) always.
This is beautiful and incredibly touching <3
Oh my gosh, this is so beautiful! (I didn’t expect to start my morning crying, but tears from finding something so touching is way better than tears from anything else!)
Well I am sad you cried, but happy that they were from this being touching! Corelyn is too good to me, and I thought this prompt was a good way for me to show it. 🙂