Late at night as I stroll through the choices upon me I find myself at a crossroads One is my future self One is my past self While both look dark at the beginning Which road will lead to the light?
Category: Marathon Poem
Poem for Hour Nine (9/24)
A most incredible sight, like glimmering sapphire in dire need of protection, the Southeast Asian Pitta Shines in the sunlight. Indescribable beauty in pheasants and darters alike, myna birds, and graceful herons, Angelic little egret and electric-blue-winged kingfishers.
Falling
Breezed Holding tight Let go Now it is over.
“The Secret Cabin”
The Cabin’s lightbulb flicker on and off, On a Friday night once more. Its quite cold for an early September, A perfect time for a beet. One thing I can remember. Is my full bucket blessed in harvest, With my red jacket on, Across…
Hour 9, the 10 words text prompt
Below is a list of ten words. Please pick at least five of them to use in your poem. If you want to use all ten, please do so. beet jacket tremor bayou elbow lightbulb cinnamon bucket elk carport Quake the tremors deep in…
Prompt Nine – Goodbye Joe
Prompt for Hour Nine Text Prompt: Below is a list of ten words. Please pick at least five of them to use in your poem. If you want to use all ten, please do so. Beet, jacket, tremor, bayou, elbow, lightbulb, cinnamon, bucket, elk, carport…
Word Play
Letters have power. Did you know? Just by changing a letter or two, you can change the world. Change “beet” to “beef” and you change a vegetable into a meat. Change “jacket” to “jackel” and you change something that can protect you into something that…
Prompt 8 – Music
Prompt 8 – Music Track Ready for Daytime Sitting down on a park bench at dusk He closes his eyes Breathes in Holds breathes out he repeats this three times. His eyes still closed he Fine tunes his ears to Natures sounds, He…
Prompt 9: preservation
preservation hands stained with beet juice reminds me of Granny, learning at her elbow how to pickle all those veggies needed for winter from the days she learned from her granny when her father would bring elk to the house to feed the family,…
Fine Weather
Leaving morning dew. Sun-kissed of earthen smells. Fresh warmth. Bare feet and relaxed.