Ronovan Writes Haiku Challenge 298 Bad / Play
(Writers note — Bad = a dyslectic Bay)
Who decides what’s bad
in the lover’s games they play
-Me too, she exclaimed©2020 cj holm
https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/03/23/haiku-poetry-prompt-bay-play/
Who decides what’s bad
in the lover’s games they play
-Me too, she exclaimed©2020 cj holm
https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/03/23/haiku-poetry-prompt-bay-play/
Scrabble night at home—
open u calls q
in search of triple scoring –
x u masters block-Clarence Holm
– Clarence Holm
I saw us last night, as we were 50 years ago.
We were running and screaming
Yelling each other’s names
Staying out late and misbehaving.
You were a pitcher – I caught the ball
We mowed down every batter!
With pitches just striking corners,
How they swang made no matter.
Your waist was thin
My hair was thick.
You grinned like Friday mornings,
When we wuz faking being sick.
Teddy was our buddy
Sandy hung around.
Dale rode his bicycle
And followed the big Greyhound.
Schoolyard friends never grow old,
They live in special memories.
Where kids only get faster
And dreams preserve my reveries.