Everyone said to stay positive,
even pale-skinned Paula, who’s
sharing a milk shake with Mala,
easing up to the news.
The colossal lie. Lulled
Bryan was so grumpy-looking.
Behind his gray eyes, desolate
cries. So I said with half-joking
urgency, maybe he’s high-minded
after all. Muffled a sulk, so
“We’re on our fourth 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 sharing poem. A poem about somebody sharing something. Or a poem about receiving something that was shared. Or witnessing an act of sharing. Or…
Write a selfish poem. We can also consider this the Ebenezer Scrooge poem (pre-ghosts).”