Prompt 19 (hour #5 2020)

So this year I thought I’d shake things up a bit and challenge myself, so I am mixing up the prompts and attempting them in no organised order I am simply following where my heart guides me
Also my original idea was to get the words on the image itself which I terribly failed at.  🙁

Just to refresh (Prompt #5 of 2020- Using one or more of these images as a jumping off point, write a poem. All of the images are sourced from Unplash.)


Vows Micro poem #1

From this moment on…
I chose you,
My heart chose you.


Micro poem #2

You stayed
You loved me at my lowest
You carved a niche in my heart.


Micro poem #3

You inspire me to be myself again.


Micro poem #4

That’s love, she whispered.

Prompt 18 Ramblings

You pull me in

You take me down

You sink me to the bottom

of your wondrous layers.

The deeper I sink,

the more you reveal.

I want to get lost in your revelations.

Prompt 17 Solitude (2014 prompt – solitude)

Prompt for Hour Seventeen

For your seventeenth prompt I want you to write a poem about solitude. It could be a poem about solitude under normal circumstances or it could be a poem about extreme solitude, for example being a hermit, or the last person on a life boat.

I am comfortable in my solitude.
I keep myself occupied
with many things to reflect upon as well explore.
I am my own best friend.
Solitude is my companion.
I want to discover different aspects
of the capacities of my solitude and push myself.
I use this space to listen to what the universe is telling me.

Prompt16 Library

A wonderland of sorts awaits me patiently

organized and in rows all ready to be read.

I feel rich at heart with the wonder that surrounds me,

Who wouldn’t want to live for an eternity

surrounded by such a creative space.
I can’t wait to unleash my insatiable desire for stories and art.
I want to create and reinvent myself in this sacred space of art and creation.

I want to get lost in a book and sing myself to sleep.

Prompt 15 sweet dreams

I gazed at him

Tightly tucked

In his blanket

As his eye lashes took

The night off

The whole world

That surrounds me

The air, the quiet,

Stopped dead in their tracks

Momentarily as if lending me

The opportunity to capture

It for an eternity’s keepsake.

No worries threatened to

Crease his brow

No wrinkles dared to crumple

He is such an angel when he’s asleep.


Prompt14 (2014 hour 14 )

Prompt for Hour Fourteen

Write a poem from the third person perspective about something that happened to you personally.

You see…
She tends to internalize every emotion.
Latches on, relates at a deeper level than you and me.
She is a highly sensitive soul.

You got to be gentle with her,
She breaks easily.
Her beautiful heart is an ocean of emotions.

She has compassion and empathy overflowing,
some may take advantage of that.
She is vulnerable but immensely strong.

She can read vibes and energy and words don’t fool her.
She hates small talk and will get straight to the matter of it.

The counselor explained-

Prompt 13 (2014 #prompt13)

Prompt for Hour Thirteen

Write a poem with no visual imagery in it whatsoever. Instead rely on your other 4 senses to pull the poem along.


Your body feels like an oil painting to touch.
You’re an art baby.
There are stories and secrets hidden in the crevasses of your imperfections.

When I kiss your lips your breath smells like freshly brewed coffee and sourdough.

Your voice is soothing and calming like a river.

I just want to dive in your essence.

Prompt #12 internal bleeding

When the one you love is hurting, you are hurting as well.

And want to take their pain away by any means necessary

only to realize that it’s their battle and their decision,

you can’t fight their battles for them.

You can only love them through it.

That’s what internal bleeding feels like.

Prompt #11 (2014 Prompt)

Prompt for Hour Eleven

Half Marathoners are entering the end stretch and Marathoners are approaching the half way point. Hopefully everyone is doing well and writing a lot of poems.

The prompt for hour eleven is to write a poem about someone, but to break the poem up into ten short numbered parts. Not all the parts have to be explicitly about the person, some can describe there dress and behavior, others can make more obscure references to their style of speech. The details are entirely up to you.

Humble and hardworking
Terese -gentle soul.

Always greets others
with a warm smile.

She doesn’t have much.
She lives within her means.

She loves her tea with biscuits
and loves all things vintage.

She limps because of her bunions
you can tell they are a pain in the way she walks.

Terese- my friend and my neighbor
mother figure.

She doesn’t like shopping and
prefers wearing hand me downs which she still carries elegantly.

She speaks country Aussie
and devours books on British royals and novels.

Her garden always looks immaculate
something I envy about her.

Her walk is tired, her shoulders dropped.
Her hair is always unmade.
but she’s fit as a fiddle even for 76.

She calls me lovie and is so endearing.
She will send me a note in my mailbox to fix a date tea time.

Terese doesn’t own a mobile phone
nor does she have the internet.
She’s pretty old fashioned that way.

She keeps active and has a social circle
she loves her tennis and walks.

On Sundays she has all her sons over
she cooks up quite a storm to feed her 4 hungry boys.

Prompt #10 – 2014 prompt hour 10

Prompt for Hour Ten

Write a poem focused on location. Instead of just focusing on describing that location (be it a house, a car, a lake, a mountain), try and frame it in terms of a story or an idea.

Against a landscape of snow covered mountains,
lost in the mist in the far distance.
Unforgiving Winter is here for while,
and has made it itself comfortable
by covering the pine trees in frost and snowfall.

Set against this wintry chill of a scenery
alight with warmth in the front porch
this cozy wood cottage was home to a family.

A pond close by
the beauty and the bleak
encapsulated the essence
of unforgiving beauty.