Juicy and sweet you Are the island that I am Drawn to fall for you.

When faced with a Monolith this obsidian, third-dimensional Plane of featurelessness from beyond Jupiter, How does one respond? Is there an etiquette to meeting mystery? Should I say that I come in peace, Shave, shower and put on my best suit For such an occasion?…

Will we ever gather again like we used to? Maybe the younger ones will. They already do. Us old folks, not ready to die yet, we’ll gather in dibs and dabs. A child and their children here, another child there. A granddaughter, a grandson, a…

Lips the color of my hair and complexion matching my and purse.

What’d you do today? The Poetry Marathon. Harder than you think. (I’d do a tanka, but I just can’t…)

Hour twelve, from the image prompt:

“Past the river, and through the jungle, There lives a lion, In its den, It prowls around at the mouth of its cave, Circling the air as if it’s trying to catch invisible prey. It never hunts nor leaves it cave, But sits around lazily,…

Light up my heart set my soul ablaze genuine and authentic attraction,

Shall we all gather At the river, the diner, Or at Granny’s house ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The good times will roll When two or more are gathered To eat, drink, pray, love ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My favorite place Is when I am surrounded By those I love most ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~…

Hi, I hope you are safe and sound. Speaking of sound, this old age is a payback for all my nagging at you students. I can no longer hear anything but your words and chaos is still in my memories.