Wednesday, April 3, 2013

NaPoWriMo #3 : Nothing For You

There's nothing here for you..
the dogs snore is for heaven
the bunnies skip is for goodluck
the unread magazines are visions
the old carpet threads the newest scars.

There's nothing for you here.
the garage is full of sawdust
there's no fridge-o-beer
no hawks lurking for prey
there's no hunting dogs ready to howl

Here? There is nothing.
The bed is one size fits all.
Friday nights are alright for fighting.
You can dance if you want to.
Everyone has keys to the door but me.

The nothing that is here...
A hole in the wall unsolved
Belts that no longer buckle
Insults lay quiet unthrown
Peace rolls stretched out like a sleeping bunny.
One eye open.
Soft feet poised for flight.


  1. "Everyone has keys to the door but me."
    great imagery

  2. I don't think I want to be wherever 'here' is. Like the narrator, if I lived there I'd be "poised for flight" as well. Great descriptions, Rhonda. "Peace rolls stretched out like a sleeping bunny." Sheer brilliance.