Brew and pour (don’t forget the creamer.) Sip. Cough. (too hot) Sip, Slurp. (just right) Cough. Laugh, chuckle. YOUTUBE. you boob. Sip Sip, spit. Write, Type, ….STARE…. Write, you boob. Sip…(it’s cold) Toss. scribble. Pause. bathroom break. Sit, Wipe, Wash. back on the grind… …….
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Poem 4- Homecoming
I finally got access to the prompts and decided to try something different. By writing free form, I think I have been cheating a little since it does sound more like prose than poetry. My rhyme did not come out as well and with the…
Haiku #7
Adrenaline is running in stilettos on a bridge full of tacks.
Glue – Prompt Six
Mothers are the glue of humanity. They birth generations of thinkers and doers, movers and shakers. They build strong foundations for creative minds and industrious endeavors. Through ingenuity, insight, love and care, they pad those generations with morals and a profound belief in good deeds…
Hour Six: Sidetracked
Bringing in this one at the last minute… The illegible text tricks those who aren’t paying attention distracting them from the secret messages hidden in plain sight on the other side of the spread where truths burst forth from the page disguised as poetry Those…
Prompt 4: The Orphan
Fixing his motorcycle, dormant all winter He found a nest of mice Huddled together in the tailpipe The fearful mother fled, abandoning Her doomed baby, eyes shut, helpless. How could she? It’s instinct. Save yourself. The baby’s mouth opened and closed, imploring The world for sustenance, comfort…
Turmoil
The face I hide flying high, hurting deep a loud sigh. Sounds of the sea the turmoil in me, fighting to see I must take my leave. The trees in the heat the planes that take off I love to take watch they…
Oklahoma Haibun
Was it three or four years ago that the drought first dried up the creek? It was the summer that the okra blossoms burned up and dropped off, when my harvest was nothing but peppers and eggplant. I don’t like eggplant. Last summer, it was…
Hour 6–Haibun
Praying mantis stood planted close to the floodlight, swaying rhythmically back and forth in the night. Why? Was it trying to attract a mate? Attempting to rouse prey? Sunbathing in the bright light? I watched and studied and decided: It was entranced by the play of its own…