They say the grass is greener on the other side What if the other side has no grass? What if the grass were blue? Green doesn’t always grow the grass And grass is sometimes not welcome Is the grass unruly and wild? Is the grass…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Hour 9: Ferris Wheel
A giant wheel carrying the people through fun, spinning the baskets high into the sky. Making the world to look tiny and large as the crowd cheered below as we arrived at the same spot where we started.
Hour Nine
Nothing This too shall pass, Like this month’s flavour Becoming next month’s Fish and chip wrappings – Nothing lasts forever, And nothing gold can stay. So make hay while you can But don’t count your chickens yet, And this too shall pass And all will…
Prompt 9, Hour 9: Relief
Hard times were upon us all in 2020. A pandemic hit. Many lost jobs and loved ones. It was an apocalypse that will never be forgotten. The world was in crisis, some still are 15 months later. People are asking for continued help from the…
Rush
Mismatched socks Misplaced keys Misunderstood tears Even the best laid plans may go awry & Nothing slows the clocks steady march forward drawing ever near the planned departure
Eggs (prompt 9, 5 pm)
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket, An expression heard a time or two. A good warning for those who walk in two left shoes. If all your eggs are in one basket, And you take a fall, Laugh it off and make a…
STEP BACK
STEP BACK (DRACULA) (hour 8) How could Jonathan have been so obtuse? A newby British bank clerk, sure; early 20th century, yes! But so naive as to travel to far-fetched Romania? First by train, then overnight horse-and-four driven by a man who…
Be careful what you wish for
Before I make a wish I try to think twice The outcome just might not be so nice So I close my eyes tight And hope I’ve got it right
#8. Too Hot to Fly
I learned something new on the radio about a hot air balloon Apparently they can not rise on a day when it’s hotter outside then the room above it’s flame. Today in my town its expected to reach a high of one hundred and two…
2021: Hour 9 – image prompt
Emotions swirl, as my thoughts curl, around the truth of you. The night is long, as my heart’s song, beckons across this view. I wish we were building fortresses anew, and finding solace and reverie in two — Instead, I float alone; lost in…