November Poem-a-Day: Day 21

For today’s prompt, pick a direction on the compass, make it the title of your poem, and write that poem. North, South, West, and East are easy directions. Then, there’s Southwest, Northeast, and so on. Then, there are the directions that are completely invented.


Anywhere but here

I’ve spent so much time in my life
(And it’s not been a short one at this point)
Wishing I was someplace else
Always ready to blow this joint

I’m never fully “in” you see
I keep one foot outside the door
I’m intimate with my otherness
And there’s places to explore

Still, I know I’m missing something
In my unwillingness to belong
Maybe it’s left over from my childhood
The lamentable tag-along

So I wonder if I’ll stick around this time
Chances are though I’ll just disappear
And you’ll find me along some random path
Anywhere but here

~ Liesl Dineen 2014


This way

Psst! This way.
Hurry before they see you!
I will show you the path in the dark
But you have to tread lightly.
We must not be followed.
So many lives depend
On your silence
And my sense of direction.

~ Liesl Dineen 2014

Follow me

Follooooooow Meeeeeeeee
He said with a lurch
Grabbing my coat as I walked
Into the homicidally splendid parlor.
He gestured toward a tall stiff chair
Where I sat happily waiting
For Morticia to bring the tea.

~ Liesl Dineen 2014

What do you think?

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