“For today’s prompt, we’re on our second two-for-Tuesday prompt. So pick one, combine both prompts into one poem, or write two (or more) different poems. Here are the prompts:
•Write a nothing will be the same poem. A poem about moment after which nothing will ever be the same, because everything will change. Or…
•Write a nothing will ever change poem. Maybe you’re in the camp of “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” So while things change, they don’t–not really. Or do they? How can things change and not change? I’m confusing myself.”
Home Before Dawn
Every day I continue to live with him—
to fulfill my “till death us do part” pact—
I am accepting that he will never change,
so I safeguard not my heart, but my accounts,
(for I haven’t anything of market value),
so that when he is feeling compulsive,
and goes where the greyhounds race
to play the cards with their geometric faces,
I will have the little things I need—
absent the four walls,
and that which it needs.
