Sleep is calling, time to go to bed. The darkness of the sky, whispers a melody to my ears. I tuck into the clouds, A soft breeze kisses me goodnight….. A warm hand caresses my cheek, wake up she says. As I open my eyes,…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Grief
When I look up, I know you are here, there, and everywhere I see you In the silence of the dark night, In the light of the stars In the shape of the moon In the spark of the fire In the wave of the…
“A spark is aching for the light” (Hour 8: Song Prompt)
in the dark of the night my heart aches for the anonymous. uncertainty looms freely at night: what doesn’t steal at this hour? even the wind covets the mortals’ treasure: tiny possession of air- breathe, the underrated end to all. but we’ll all pretend we’re…
Prompt 7 – Viator Poem
Prompt 7 – Viator Poem Why do I write Why do I write, to tell our words stories , memories, our keepsakes. Sometimes I get asked Why do I write, because I like to is the simplest answer. Words are important…
Hour Five
Music Music is such a personal thing Shared by the world With each hearing it uniquely. The dreams are nightmares collectively, For the lyrics are interpreted Quite different depending on The soul. Some just hear only the beat, Others need the lyrics…
HOUR NINE – STORY GESTATION
(oops – Sorry, I posted this one a little early) The air fills with words and phrases, metaphors and similes bounce off the walls seeking their place in an awaiting paragraph, as yet complete. Writer’s mind whirls and swirls, spinning notions, inspirations clashing…
The Nose Knows
Hour Eight Freshly baked bread, a warm towel from the dyer, stew bubbling in a pot, brewed coffee, the sweet aroma of a flower shop, a candy store. A schnozz in heaven. Cut grass, cracked pepper, dust bunnies and pollen, second hand smoke, cigarette or…
What of the child?
HOUR 5 WHAT OF THE CHILD? My colleague happily announced her pregnancy. Her doctor advised a genetic test for high probability, of chromosomal aberration. She proudly told us, she didn’t need one. She was ready. Everyone applauded. She was brave, she was virtuous. Not…
Maybe
It takes faith to believe that hope will not disappoint. To do a butterfly release in the pit of your stomach To entertain the idea that this time Love could choose you. To believe that you are now a main character in a story that…
Daylight
Hour 8 Daylight (Music by Max Richter-On the Nature of Daylight) Dawn comes slowly, steadily. Feel the sun’s rumbling intensity. Hear the morning birds. Smell the asphalt, dirt, flowers beginning to warm. Ominous or hopeful. Sheds light on events in recent darkness. Disasters illuminated….