V. The Middle of Night

I can hardly say I lived by a frozen lake, on cigarettes and beer,
my diet at night, when I’d hear the strange sound of huge ice blocks
rising and scraping against each other in their strain to escape
their tightening space, just as my Hawai‘i, crystal black, moved
with me to Madison, sitting miserable in the chilly moonlight,
that melody, the cry of a whale alone on the ocean at night,
those singing blocks I imagined like an iceberg kissing the Titanic,
but then from that strange refrain a voice came to my window on Wisconsin
whispering, I brought you here for a heart-to-heart, to open your story
on a chapter beginning soon, even at this time when you believe
you’re circling the drain, just next to the second your optimism
swirls into darkness, stop, I promise you, you will see your time come,
for you must never make promises to dead loves, or they will haunt you
for your lies when a new love surprises you appearing afterward.

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Aloha #WriterTuesday, I hope you are safe and well and wearing your mask when you’re around others. Today’s #WritingPrompt is


Use it to inspire a piece of writing, and then post that piece on your site and link back to me, or simply leave it as a comment below. I would love to read it : )

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