Like a skipping stone,
The projects come.
The 100 word song
Is breaking the girl
With lillies and remains
And a dead man’s gun.
Like a skipping stone,
The projects come.
S30P weekly prompts
At Bastogne
She held her breath
While skipping stones.
Like a skipping stone
The projects come.
Linden trees
Line the steampunk city
While wizards wage war
For easy money.
Like a skipping stone
The projects come.
Mormons and Mitt
Separating church and state,
The 99 v 1 is as old
As being hot for teacher.
Like a skipping stone,
The projects come.
A fight for money
On the thirteenth day;
Two roads hard to travel,
One by night and one by day.
I can’t brain today;
I have the dumb.
Like a skipping stone,
The projects come.
This is my response to the S30P writing prompt of “Like a Skipping Stone.” It proves a couple of things, I think. One, that I write a number of different things (I contemplated linking to them all, but felt it would seem narcissistic) and two, that I suck at poetry.
