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ms reluctance Apr 2020
SQUEAK
laughing
embarrassed

sprawled out on the floor
waves  of muffled giggles
in tears, almost out of breath

“these leather pants were a mistake”
NaPoWriMo Day 15
Poetry form: Clarity Pyramid
Benedict May 2018
I know you shake and squeak,
I bought you cheap,
Parts of you dropped below,
Down to the road,
So, I slowed,
To rescue your parted pieces.
Then back inside,
With limited tool supply,
I’d scratch my head,
And knot my brow,
As your rusted threads,
Spun round and round,
But I’d make you whole again,
My shaking, squeaking friend,
With you there is no end,
For every time your handles creak,
Any rush of air that peeps
A look through treads run bare,
I’ll carry you home,
With care,
And make you whole again.
Danielle Apr 2018
My bed squeaks, filled
With empty thoughts.
I’d rather it be still,
Then sleep wouldn’t hide,
Scared of all the noise.
Grateful,
It’d bring with it dreams.
Sweet, golden ones
To fill my empty thoughts
With the warmth of you.
Exploring the ending/beginning of relationships, where all those emotions make it hard to sleep, but to sleep is to dream and they can be mostly pleasant.  But perhaps it's the fear of the unpleasant that really keeps us from the bed.
Click clack
Heels down long pavements
Mean business.
A bystander excuses himself
From my way.
Take a seat and
Squickety squeak
Leather up legs
Crossing on
Leather up legs.
I'm endlessly amused
Biting my lip,
Silently cajoling,
"Oh, is this your thing?"
10/26 Inktober prompt: Squeak
No edits allowed.
D5
It bothers me so:
My voice cannot reach that high.
I want to awe them,
But I can barely reach D;
So don't laugh now when I squeak.

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