I am as old now As you were when we met And I get it The feeling that you’re lost That you’ve missed the train of life   I see why now You didn’t want to hold me too tightly You were stuck knee-deep in…

It’s hour nine and this prompt just sucks 5 words out of ten? But all ten words are made of meh So I guess I’ll go my way again I’ll ramble about nothing Until a poem just appears At least I’ll make the deadline Before…

Hour Nine: Ekphrastic response to Diane Carmony photo. Dialogue between Diane C. and Diane MW Diane C. ” I’ll beat you home.” Daine MW: “No fair, I didn’t know we were racing!” Diane C:  “Yes, you did, you’re just saying that because I’m ahead.” Diane…

The beat sound so crazy not until you get it so badly as far as you hear the melody you start to dance the rhapsody If you so close to the sky the beat sound so crazy moving nerve and sensory making you feel the…

  Cinnamon sprinkled on my cheesy egg buckets was sure to start the day off right even if the elk were not feeding in the bayou yet and I had to wear my hunting jacket to eat cereal in the carport again

A tremor goes through me as I stare at you Your smile is charming under the lightbulb hue Your jacket embraces me and I hold it close by the hem My elbows bury under the sleeves, finding warmth in them And it smells like cinnamon,…

Hour 8 9/2/2023   “Olde Towne…”   Whispers shared and visions of wonders… walls and spaces adorned, all aglimmer with sight’s worth view. Windows leak dreams made real and pause-you-in-your-tracks favors of times hauntingly past.   Themes of could’ves, would’ves, mights, and even wannabes –…

Sunset The sky ablaze Changing minute to minute An orange inferno Sinking towards the skyline Brushing the surface Full to half Half to a slither And too soon the last rays die Leaving the land to the power of the moon And the magic of…

He met my mind one day while perusing the dialogue of birds. A chirp here, a cricket there. Sometimes a growl. Yes, a growl from a grumpster. He almost broke us up! Yes, almost! The jerk! But we knew. How? I don’t know. We knew….

Splashes of yellow on black Frail wings fluttering away Don’t try to catch it though It will vanish and reappear somewhere out of reach Somewhere out of fate’s sway.