Response to earlier poem “Homecoming” The land you know, even when you are lost can return you to a final destination called home. The road searching for a hard and deep plot of land to lay your weary bones. The faces gather to watch in…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
My Sweet
Your prickly outer cover Is adorable to behold You tiny little black nose Wiggles with cheer untold. Your tiny little body Just makes me want to smile If I had you near me I’d go the extra mile. I’d give you lots of yummies…
I Grow Old…[Prompt 25]
[Citations in Italics: Plays of T. S. Eliot. Boston: Faber, 1969] I grow old … I grow old … It seemed so important to grow up, to be a lady; make my own rules. I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do…
Hour 20, I Grow Old
In my youth, there was sometimes beauty, a grace of form unmarred by lines, skin tight to the flesh and muscle well defined, hair curling and furled down to a waist a mere eighteen inches, spanned easily by the hands of the man who became…
Indeed there will be time – T.S.Eliot
Prompt 25 Hour 20 Read the Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot and use any of the lines, words, or phrases it contains, to write your own poem (Italicize Eliot’s lines) And indeed, dear husband, there will be time, As soon as…
Sevenling (hour 8)
She loved the morning sun, Vinyl records and acoustic guitars, Going out at night, and the open mic, He loved old books, Sleep-ins and histories, Violins and the orchestra But what they both had in common, was that they were meant to be…
Fire Within
Dear Fire Within, You only seem to activate when my buttons are pressed and a rage resurfaces from deep within. It is when you appear, I feel the people-pleasing subside. The need to run and hide. There is a power you possess that I need…
Nothing lasts forever (hour 7)
He walked through the cornfields, His hand grazng the tall crop, He pulled his cap down, shielding his eyes from the sun, His brother, less than three days young, Had been born weak and sickly, He had lived through fifteen winters, He understood nothing…
Night
(from The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, by T.S. Eliot) Let us go then, you and I when the evening is spread out against the sky, let us listen to the symphony of frogs and the rustling song of leaves upon the trees….
Second Fight episode 1 hour 8
Second Fight episode 1 Sixteen assassins fought Dasher He escaped to the base Told the other superheroes The base was put into lock-down Sixteen assassins followed Dasher Made their attack using a chopper They broke in and met Superkick Powerful kicking superhero