on her own path she always had a satchel filled with lavender by her side, the fireplace roaring and warming her small space; a wine glass on the side table. she preferred a hardback to the new-fangled softcovers, one that was sturdy and would…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
I’ll Have The Usual, Please
Hardback novel in hand–really, is there any other kind?– the lady with the sunflower satchel and her knitting materials headed to sit under the oak tree. Wine glass in hand–wasn’t chardonnay the best– the lady nibbled on the cheddar cheese while she read the hardback…
Blood Red
Prompt 3 I see a flower all bathed red Screams which into silence have bled Such sorrow, such disaster who could have led! When a flower with fate is set to wed There can be pleas all around Of a humbly beating heart But none…
Cheddar Cheese
Like a wine glass overflowing Onto the pavement Or a sunflower slowly opening To the sun Grounded like oak Silly like cheddar cheese Be open to life’s adventures and fun Remember to let the pages tell the story Even though it’s the hardback Cover they…
2022 #6 – Perspective
Perspective, what a thing. A poem written during a dark time. Read by most, a glimpse into the darkness. Given to a child, darkness becomes humor. Laughter, not sadness. Smiles, not frowns. Perspective, what an odd thing.
Space (Hour 5: Using word incorporation prompt)
Looking out the back door I see you in our hammock, hardback novel jammed in beside you, splayed open but your eyes are on your phone I want to tell you I just nailed up the artwork we bought together, when we were talking like…
A Haiku on the Irony of Writer’s Block
Doubt on my shoulder Humid summer afternoon Pen in hand…pensive….
The Garage Building Adventure
We can manage the cost and inconvenience to have another workshop with saws, drills, wrenches, clamps, etc and a space to park and protect the car and riding mower. The cement floor will be Plain Jane pavement, Hooks will keep tools within easy reach,…
Poem 5 Hour 5 Love
Walking through the park with her satchel across her breasts; she stops. A sunflower touches her nose and she breathes it in and closes her eyes. Everyday she takes this walk to visit the flowers and clear her head. Back at home she will…
Destination : unknown (Hour #5)
Where is the road which one must take? I’ve been searching a while now for a signboard – oh! There is one; but, wait, what does it say? This way is the right path carved out by someone ranked knowledgable. A decent sized job that…