This blog is devoted to a select group of poets. We're starting with poets from the Ann Arbor area, but, hey, if you're from Detroit, Grand Rapids, Saginaw or the Upper Peninsula, then that is okay, too. We've even been so generous to accept poets from other parts of the USA and the entire country of Canada!
You may need to have a Gmail account to post in the comments section. Most of you do have Gmail, but for those of you that don't it's extremely worthwhile to open up one now! That way you've got a chance to get your work out there in the world.Today's poem or short story prompt is the world "policy."
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You may need to have a Gmail account to post in the comments section. Most of you do have Gmail, but for those of you that don't it's extremely worthwhile to open up one now! That way you've got a chance to get your work out there in the world.Today's poem or short story prompt is the world "policy."
If she had developed a policy earlier in her life she wouldn't be where she found herself now. She went through relationships rather blindly hoping things would work out. Work out for her, that is. Work out in the way that she wanted. Had wanted for so long and never got that it made sense that it was something wrong with her. Not them. Well, maybe them. She didn't think she yearned for the world. A man with a steady job. A man with a steady disposition. A man that paid his bills on time. A man that read. A man that would take her out once a week on a date. It didn't have to be Paris in the springtime. It could have been the movies or a picnic or bicycling together around town. These men she picked would start out making her feel special and cared for, but fairly soon they would be sitting in her front room with the remote scanning her 100 channels. Or they would take up jogging and join a jogging club that met four nights a week. The faucet that they readily fixed at the beginning of the relationship (don't you worry, pretty lady, I'll have this fixed in a jiffy) now became another burden. Another encumbrance to his happiness.
ReplyDeleteSo she became quieter. She watched and waited. Waited a little more. Then gently told him "I don't think we have much in common anymore." Wondered if it was her illusion that they ever did.