Poem #7, Season of The Comeback, RedStar

I was knocked down but not out, it was a round, not the bout. I regained my vision, wiped the blood from my mouth. My heart was still pumping, My lungs breathing strong, I got up to my feet, determined to win. My opponent came…

Season of the Toddler – Hour 7 Prompt

It was the best of times Short person knee hugs Sloppy peanut butter kisses and giggles But then….. A storm and flood of emotions A tantrum Waves of wailing and tears Angry thrashing and toys strewn about In the middle of the violent storm Momentary…

#6. Shore Break

I hear the music of the waves Crash roll blooms of sound The wind it whips my hair around the sun is beating down. The sky is clear and blue and sharp I toss my shoes aside Beneath my toes the sand swims through So…

Ideal Day

The sun rises painting as it comes into view, pinks and oranges announces its coming. A breeze stirs all shades of green leaves into quivering dances. I breathe it all in. My children come loping down the stairs, Saturday!  Time to play! They grab their…

Hour 7 Prompt 7 Season of the fatherless

Under the late June sun, she sits in the cold water, fish nibble on her toes. Sea shells surround her. She stares up at the sky; clouds shaped like fathers and daughters float along. Ten years have gone and her dad hasn’t come back. Life…

6. True Love

True love, is you and me. This love an epitome Strong as steel it has withstood all, never to stop or stall.   The meaning of true love, I now understand, it is love that all adversities, withstand. True love, is not an emotion that…

If Only

If only i could just walk away If only i could just turn back the hands of time If only i could freeze happy moments Make them last forget forever If only i could delete bad memories If only i could with draw mean words…

Hour 7: Reflections (Form: Monorhyme)

Blades of pines couching the snow, Softly as the clouds sail low. The amber peaks gently glow And reflections meditate in a row, Silence breathes with mellow Stillness captivates the show.

Poem Hour Seven

Season of the Virus Hidden, locked down, safe indoors, We wait. We wait and wait, Hidden and safe, Against the creeping virus. No cure, no vaccine Unknown illness Takes it toll On millions. Millions infected, like a horror film An invisible enemy With no weapons…