Hour 5 poem

MY NEW FRIEND Suddenly I saw flashes of light I thought the heavens have now descended on earth My laptop started beeping Crazy signals and funny codes light up its screen A strange page opens Asking me to write what’s in my mind I asked…

Hour 5

Honesty Authentic, forthright, Trusting, believing, confiding, Even a little white lie causes damage, Mendacious

We’re All Human Here

Minds ablaze With new ideas, exciting dreams Pains of past hurts and regrets Confidence, self doubt Bodies with perfect hair Or resistant to being tamed Full of energy, limber, flexible Aching, aging, limited Lives filled with joy Dream jobs, 9 to 5 drudgery Going through…

Hour 5: Little Girl Lost

Excuse me, but can you help me out? You see, I swear she was right here Right where I left her Freckled faced, dishwater blonde Grass stained knees, teeth too big, legs too short Heart as big as the ocean Curious, hopeful, trusting Blue eyes…

Prompt Five – So Close

Prompt for Hour Five Text Prompt: Write a mystery poem. The crime could be real or imagined. The poem could be clue based or narrative. The details are up to you.   So Close   ‘Oi, Oi, what do we have here,’ Deep breathy voice…

hour 5: a morning full of thanks

There’s a hummingbird in the flowers and a grasshopper on the back of the pool deck chair I’ve tried to circumvent my feelings by breathing precisely when in reality, it all belongs to the Divine Why, oh why, do I hide? There’s a happy dog…

Hour 5; Whodunit

The verdict was clear, “Hang until death” Every face lit up with vengeance,” “This heartless witch deserves death!” But I knew she was the kindest, the noblest There was no proof except for my lingering belief in her They led her away, she did not…

What Does it Mean

“What Does It Mean”   life’s sweet mystery has me wondering these shapes we see in the clouds billowing by what does it mean the synchronic numerology butterfly in a bush birds fluttering, amongst the trees the beauty of the present life’s precious gift leaves…

BAGGAGES (hour v)

The crowd gather at the center of the city Their means are stolen There is a suspect walking through the gaping crowd Something is stolen There is a suspect guilty until Judges prove innocent and clear Bags of gold litter street sides, baggages roll over…