I see the first prompt on my computer screen, Was so excited to begin.. But!! Wait. Whhhaaat? To begin you must write about ‘The End’ So my brain cells jump to action, I grab my notebook and pen, And turn all spontaneous only to end…

Should have known It would, come to an end. I was Surprised, sadness – it comes in biting Waves, like the mosquitos of a hot summer day Taking a piece of your flesh, leaving you With an itcy, unsatisfied feeling… I MUST tell the truth!…

Poetry Prompt 1- Aug 13, 2016-Poetry Half Marathon by Ingrid Exner   Oranges and yellows spray across the sky Seagulls and Ospreys let out a mournful cry.   The sun begins to drop burning yellow and amber as it slows. Rest comes to the daylight…

i stand here today thinking we will always be daydreaming of a life for you and me happiness and love thank the good lord above standing beside a king Who knew there’d be a man out there for me. Tomorrow comes and love is on…

At the beak of dawn I can feel the ocean breeze gently waking me, and I hear the doves cooing; I don’t hear my hummingbirds.

How do you know when it’s truly over? How do you deal When the friendship has to end? Wishing you could go back And know you can’t move forward. Dealing or not dealing when you think it has to end. When two people meet And…

I teach kids to read I want them to love words and stories and books like I do. That means I mostly read kids’ books, appreciate the subtle sophistication of children’s lit, of children. But…I just slogged through 365 pages of adult action adventure. Kids…

No more planning, no more waiting, No more frantic breath-abating, No more standing in the line, No more checking off the time, No more nervous fretting, No more not-just-yetting, No more crawling time, Now the time is flyin’! Now the racers Set the pace. Get…

Period Sleep is a comma between dreams, at most, a semicolon; this life is an epic run-on sentence, one thought to the next, barely pausing for breath, anxiously, hopefully, climbing breath’s ladder ahead of flame, praying not to reach the top.

You will step out onto the platform into the humid embrace of the summer afternoon You will melt as you melt into the crowd of which you are a part but from which you are completely apart The streets of Shibuya will suck you out…