The Poetry Marathon

Hour Four:  Prompt: Used both text and photo together.

Icy cold we walk

to the chapel.

Death, tomb or

our warming?

Remember how to grow vines, bloom

flowers, feel

greenery underfoot?

Visitors and guest gaze

from their tombs.

We hold hands giving

new heat.

They are not forgotten.

Attend again as

guests to our joining.

Do you notice the

thaw beginning? DMW

Belvedere, my partially mechanical dog is my honey bun. Hate him! Oh, but I need him (Sacre bleu. I forget he can read.) Anyway, I never wear “Daisy Dukes”. You know those short, short, too short shorts he would love to see me in.

I’m too sexy as it is, so why torture the masses any more than necessary? Anyone getting close would realize that my pores are always moist, never sticky, have a wavy feel and smell like vanilla a flavor my ear finds gritty and in fact sound like pepples under my work boots to my nose.

Now my ear is hungry. I will shop for food tomorrow since Belvedere still hasn’t learned how to use the toilet but can shop like a haunted Baskerville!

My ears love the taste of artichokes. The grappling, ripping of leaves, the greenness, ah the snipping of the tips, just luscious! Belvedere loves the tips!

I studied physics which contradicts all my cartoon physics, as i was explaining to Belvedere while we were watching television together. How could that be? We all know that if I fall from a height, I would fly and my short shorts (Yes, I wear them) would balloon open and air out spaces(ahem) and lift me to the stars. I just have to keep reminding him to stop “thanging” me! Belvedere knows how to mix his own drinks! . I’m tired of Belvedere ‘s nickname for me too, “HH”. He explains means Hey Human. Some nerve!

Well, guess what? HH (moi) bought pliers with silencers.I used them when I crept up on drunk Belvedere. Now i can eat my honey buns, in my long pants. My ears are drooling. DMW

Text Prompt: View of myself ten years ago

Using “Daiku Form”= A haiku with a Diane twist. Three presented here.

Remaining hopeful, as my spirit keeps flying. Believing is hard.

Remaining hopeful. Keeping my head above frays. Yes, a greater good.

Remaining hopeful, despite those that would thwart me. Fairness will prevail. DMW

Ekphrastic Response to photo by Birk Enwald

I self-imposed this block from you.

A “V” for Victory for me.

It’s about perspective.

This is the path you do not cross because alien space can view my “V” for victory.

This is a landing path, my crop circle made for them not you.

I am safe as they “beam me up” house and all. They have promised to take some forest with me as they enclose me in a globe for exhibit. DMW

Hi again everyone. I am not sure how one prepares for these types of marathons as this is my first. I am so pleased to be welcomed by this community. Peace, Diane.

Good day creatives! I am excited to attempt this marathon. My name is Diane.  I have performed in open mics, podcasts, and my works appear within anthologies. I write fiction and non-fiction pieces. This is my first attempt to write within the “confines” of a marathon.

I believe that I have lots to write about, and I always enjoy prompts that stretch one’s imagination.

Between city life, cultural awareness, family, jobs and friends, I for one am neither bored nor bereft of topics to engage my pen. I’ll be tested. Good luck everyone. Peace.