They came for the grass
and stayed for the moomories
The hill was an unlikely place for romance
But the wild steer and his crew knew
That this was the place to eat
The pretty bovine dairy cow
Crested the distant hill
Daybreak Stations
DaybreakStations
A streamer, youtuber, bearer of cats, I wear many many hats. I'm biographically innocent, innocently impossible, impossibly personable, personably social, socially acceptable, acceptably weird. An adult by America's standards but not by my own. I live to write and write to read, I read to live.
Hour 10 text prompt- What is Love?
What is love
What. Is. Love.
What happens when baby hurts me?
Baby hurts me
Baby. Hurts. Me.
That’s not love.
It’s never love to hurt your love.
Dating doesn’t answer me
Live is not a tragedy
Is love romance?
Is love just chance?
We will never know.
What. Is. Love.
Fucking.
Hour 9 image prompt – Swallowtaile
Swallow tails
Don’t need their tails
They just use them to
Escape the birds
Oh shoot this is almost late. I’ll do it properly later
Hour 9, the 10 words text prompt
Below is a list of ten words. Please pick at least five of them to use in your poem. If you want to use all ten, please do so.
beet
jacket
tremor
bayou
elbow
lightbulb
cinnamon
bucket
elk
carport
Quake the tremors deep in the bayou
A ripple felt by even distant elk
A drop in the bucket of time
Transforming life in an instant
As I pull my elbow through my jacket
The lightbulb flickers with the shifting earth
Threatening the stability of cinnamon trees
And carports of PVC
I know what I must do
Opening the entrance to my abode, taking the long way
Clinging to the roof as wind tears through the sky
The window to the attic looms,
Beckoning at me
It’s time for a spell
It’s time to subdue hell.
I climb through the window, scatter the salt,
Bite down on the elk horn,
Knowing this will hurt a lot.
A slice, a ribbon
Crimson, like the bark of my nearby tree
And the black creature retreats
Taking the tremors with it
Hour 8 image prompt- Camping
The sky is dark
Just like my heart
When trapped within the city
So sometimes we seek refuge
Far from home
Some by choice but it can be seen
That not all are so lucky
Unhoused this is their day to day
So we take small refuge in the light
Retrieved from the sky and firelight
With the beauty of moon and stars
And warmth of friends within the light
Refuge from the city
Beneath the stars tonight
Hour 8 text prompt – on daylight
People long for light in which they feel something warm
To some that’s a bright smile in which they find charm
To some it’s just the little things
Longing and reminiscences
Gentle touches in a soft cafe
The peak of sunlight after a long winter night
Because oh so finally it’s day
And yet, much to their dismay
The longing is not matched by tender day
And relationship with dawn begins to fray
Like the rope of Terabithia did sway
Hour 8 – Song prompt Funeral Singers
inspired by this song here
So much loss in losing
Not so much picking it or choosing
Little lifes like candles
Buzzing out a tune
Funeral singer bee keeping
When magnets report the queen
Buzzing her tune no more
Pray for successions
Return, return to me
Little lost singer bee
So much life in loving
Sparks of light the way do lead
Funeral singer light housing
Lost ones on their way
Unhoused and restless through the night
Ships adrift in quarry bright
Adrift, adrift in the night
Return, return tonight
Return, Funeral Singers,
Half gone yourself on this journey
Hour 7 image prompt –
A swing in yellow
A field behind
Always reminds me of summers past
And how the winter comes on so fast
The warm summer sun replaced by
Brisk autumn breezes
Soon replaced by frozen winter rain
Hour 7 text prompt – the dreaded form Viator
The ghost is here
Sitting on the sill
Looking over at me
As I clean the room
My housemates don’t see
The ghost is here
They do not believe
As I get that room clean
I try to explain but,
I look so deranged
The ghost is here
And I am disbelieved
I hired a clairvoyant
Who turned out to be a fake
But even the con could see
The ghost is here
The room is clean
My roommates hate me
The room is clean
And I believe no longer
The ghost is here
Hour 6 Image Prompt – Offbeat
Got lost today
Hopefully to find a new way
A way through darkness
To the light
A way that flowers grow
Swaying in the wind
I left prepared for the journey
Everything I thought if needed
Would be within arms reach
Now I’m here I realize
That though I bend and sway
Perhaps the light is too bright today
Perhaps I’m not a flower-sort
Needless to say I’m now lost
And need to find my way.
Perhaps you can help me?
Perhaps you can say
How to balance light and shadow
So I don’t seem so off-beat
