Collage Photo Prompt: Poem – Inverted Refrain – “Let Her Be Pretty” #amwriting #poetry 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s collage photo prompt.

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Credit: MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie
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Sunlight dies on the western skies, 

Skyscape of red ignites horizon. 

Hid indoors she inhales, won’t cry;

Phoning him still, though her heart’s torn. 

        He’ll never believe a word cried,

        Poisonous woman; he’s forlorn.

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Night brings blackness; fades the red, 

Setting sun was a sinful fire.

Flaws thrown in her face so she dreads —

Him; so embarrassed she’ll expire. 

         She’ll never believe his word again. 

         Venomous man conspiring. 

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Out of anyone she should know, 

He’s not trying to hurt her, but —

He couldn’t stay quite, told her so. 

The fight ended; he’s caught and stuck. 

            No good faith, lost love, she runs, goes; 

           Days pass, he knows he lost her trust. 

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She wonders, “What’s high-maintenance?” 

Doesn’t he want her to look pretty? 

Tries to change her, their relationship, 

No hair-stuff, cream; bet he’ll regret. 

        Let her be; care and maintain, 

        Lipstick her therapy; don’t spit. 

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What of self-esteem; for at work? 

He doesn’t get, looking fine is work. 

She needs to keep up, she’d prefer —

He wouldn’t judge her, for her quirks. 

       More than makeup, clothes; she’s hurt, 

       Does he love her? Off he flirts. 

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He didn’t think such a little thing, 

Could grow so big she’d leave him first.

Taking the dog, breaking some things, 

Remote broke; busted flat screen, irks

        Awake all night sunrises’ bring, 

        Some hope, she’ll return; for he learned —

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Never to judge a woman by her looks, 

Let her get ready for too long. 

Let her spend cash, don’t brook, 

On small things that make her feel strong 

         She’ll come home; she’ll smile, haircut book, 

          He who is wise benefits long.

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Flash Fiction for the Aspiring Writer: Oscar #amwriting #flashfiction #fiction #pets


Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting FFftAW.

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Credit: Shivangi Singh

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“What made you think we were going to fit your couch in our condo?” Eve asked Grant. 

“Well Eve, I can explain.” 

“I told you before, your couch will not fit through the front door. It won’t fit in the elevator either.” 

Grant sighed and rubbed his eyes, ” It’s just, he’s been through everything with me. I could never leave him behind. He’s my lucky charm and I’ll curse my favourite sport’s teams if I leave him.” 

Eve laughed, “Leaving ‘him‘ will curse your sport’s teams, huh? Do your buddies outside, below the patio think so? They’re the ones who’re having to get your couch or ‘him‘ to the third floor balcony?” 

“Errr. . .well, they know about Oscar,” Grant mumbled. 

“Oscar?” 

“Well, Eve it’s not my couch we’ve been moving, it’s my pet elephant. He’s gotten so big now, we had to haul him up through the patio door.”

Eve’s mouth gaped, “We’re talking about the proverbial elephant in the room, your couch right? I don’t see it up here.” 

“Look behind you,” Grant muttered. Oscar the half-grown elephant trumpeted happily squealing behind Eve.

 Grant’s fiancée squealed for a different reason. 

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