Poem of the Day


Polite Pause



floating commas in

the tidal way of things,

eyes bulging the full stop

as the net drops.


We complain

sweet morsels are

a pain to peel,

much like meaning in

conversation over dinner.


Just don’t forget

to take the rubbish out.


Dead prawns like tide and time

wait only for

the exclamation mark.


  • Submitted in response to Poetry Prompt #25

2016 Poetry Prompt #2

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This week’s poetry prompt is the letter T…what do you think of in connection with this consonant? Tea? Tee-shirt? Golf? Something else entirely? I’m really looking forward to seeing what you come up with and it would be great if you could add a personal comment or two. Perhaps why you chose to write the poem you did, or a little about how you approach the writing of a poem. I’ll share a selection of the submissions as Poem of the Day. Please email contributions to me at traffa-m(at)bigpond.net.au as a Word document attachment or in the body of the email.Prompt2