Bad Poetry Tuesday

 Before it was Cool

by [REDACTED]

I used to know a place

We called it The Moon

And only we few

We band of others

Outsiders and dogs

Only we

Knew where to find it

But we have all grown old

Kids wear the bottoms of their trousers rolled

And only we few

We confederacy of ancients

Remember the Moon and what it meant

What it showed us all

Waning crescent

Bad Poetry Thursday

 Enigma

by [REDACTED]

I am a pile of ivy

pulled from the ground

and waiting to be bagged, taken, shredded

My tendrils used to firmly grasp the earth

I've come untethered from my roots

Home is where the heart is