This was written for Read Write Poem Prompt # 6: Relax Responsibly. Enjoy.

-Nicole
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wind hurls water
slaps the face of the Earth
like a errant, sullen bitch
in loose abandon

drenches wheels
drowns taxis
makes their faces blank, unknowing
with eyes blinded by a
waterfall’s rage

the streets are wet
with fury

and we
are wet with abandon
in the backseat of our own yellow stranger
carrying us in her belly
as we kiss
floods could come
Noah could come back from the dead
resurrected with drunken genius
to save us from this mess
with a custom, handcrafted ark

but we don’t care
we relax
we kiss
we forget the rain

Written 2/11/09
© 2009 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Stumble It!

This Six Sentences piece was written for the “free prompt” on Totally Optional Prompts. Enjoy.

-Nicole
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Unseen, he presides over the city at night with a disembodied voice in mellow and bass tones. It snakes through woofers, tweeters, and kickers, becoming chocolate gold flooding the insides of our chariots of choice. He gently teases our ears, wraps around our hearts, and rewards our submission to his seduction with Nina Simone, Sam Cooke, and Stevie Wonder. Many others follow through the night as he keeps us hanging, enraptured, onto a string of black pearls punctuated by golden station IDs, backsells, and frontsells. Painting tonight’s soundtrack as we drive through this electric city, he reminds us to look into each other’s eyes and see stars that rival the ones above us, buried behind tiny pupils. One last summer night has become stamped with his machinations hidden behind soundboards and microphones and buried deep within this city.

Written 9/28/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Stumble It!

Poefusion has a new prompt: Title Tuesdays! I am coming in a day late, but I wrote something for it. This week’s title was “Three Feathers Fall A Heart”. I wrote a chain of Fibs for this prompt.

-Nicole
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three
white
feathers
fall to earth
shed by an angel
on his way to face his judgment

her
heart
now breaks
she’ll never
see his face again
humans and angels just don’t mix

his
crime
was love
but he knew the price
when he kissed her lips
when he touched her warm, fragrant skin

now
a
dark pit
is his home
all she has left are
memories and three white feathers

Written 7/9/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Stumble It!

-Nicole

The
worst advice
I ever received

was
to let
the man make

the
first move;
in other words,

good
girls don’t
ask men out.

I
let so
many men slip

through
my fingers;
so many times

I
silently said
goodbye to them

inside
my mind
as they left.

One
time, I
forgot about the

advice
my aunt
had given me.

I
will be
married this October.

Written 6/8/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Stumble It!

Alone and naked, yet cloaked were we,
Cloaked by a blanket of ink-and-gold night;
You and me and the river made three.

Away from the shame that judging eyes see,
And away from the puritan’s prudish fright
Of what we might do on that starry gold night,
You and me and the river made three.

Written 5/13/08
© 2008 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.

Maybe they skillfully tickle YOUR
Keys? Who’s playing who? Do you pine
For their adoration, you who skillfully sings
To them these words, “you will be mine?”

Or do the girls know better, knowing the lore
Of past confusion, spoken on the grapevine,
Rumour’s questions of love and lust?
Or do they respect you, man by design?

Written 1/14/04
© 2004 Nicole Nicholson. All Rights Reserved.