POETRY | THE BRAIN IS A NOODLE
Of Rainy Seasons and Droughts
A poetic response to a wet prompt
just the word leads my brain down the gutter as I think of all the moments to sogginess and later, to drier weather —
once it involved mysterious, dangerous darklings with eyes so black like mini mirrors of my soul I dripped with anticipation to be in their arms melted and charmed by their slightest touch but their mystery, soon uncovered, left me dry narcissistic obsession laid behind those eyes
and then came the witty and beautiful goddesses who doused my body with hazel and blue eyes and soft gentle caresses that left me gushing their whispers of sweet love and velvet allure found me bedazzled and drenched with suspense until the desert sands swept away their appeal
then there are the have-nots just out of reach that leave me oozing in my dream-state sleep they flood in with their charismatic accents voices moistened with just a delicious taste of a life that could be if only we could remain yet I wake and they dissipate with the wind
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I blame this wateriness on Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) for her prompt — What makes you soggy and how do you de-moisten?
Lori Carlson writes Poetry, Fiction, Articles, Creative Non-Fiction, and Personal Essays. Most of her topics are centered around Relationships, Spirituality, Life Lessons, Mental Health, Nature, Loss, Death, and the LGBTQ+ community. She is the Owner/Editor of Promptly Written and Not For Bedtime Stories. Check out her personal Medium blog here.