There is no time for the present when yesterday calls plenty of time for tomorrow if right now is all You give to the ticking of time on the wall stay here. That clock means nothing next to now
Category: Marathon Poem
A Mystery at Dusk-an Acrostic Poem
Guess who is at fault Under a microscope clues are examined In the sunken ground rests the ache of sadness Let the authorities reveal the truth To capture the shameful one as others halt in a hurry to heal You’re sure that soon it will…
The M word #4
Love, if I love I love with the same intensity If I love in a sun dappled meadow, In hazy summer heat Taking in the birdsong, The buzzing of bees And the scent Of fresh cut hay field Then I love in the storm, In…
#Prompt 5 – 2023
Turn the Key Whoever said that when one door shuts Another opens Were wrong … They can be reopened But beware what you might discover Some are closed for good reasons So best turn the key And throw it away
Vibrant Eyes hour 4
Vibrant Eyes I ordered it online, a roll-on eye shadow goes on smooth creaseless, flawless innovative, so pretty — sparkly amethyst powder in a small glass bottle, orchid metallic band, faceted, jewlesque resting below the slender black cap. I look for the color – it…
Hour 5 – A Chilled Mystery
A movement in the corner of the eye, Noise in the dark A lost glove A cold wind blew and the door closed Today footprints in the snow Curtains flutter in the empty house, A small stain on the carpet, Ice cream melted on…
Hour 5 – A Found Poem about a Crime
The Crime Accused persons Concerned Commission of a Crime together in Fulton County, Georgia. Conspired and Endeavored to Conduct racketeering in violation of O.C.G.A. § 16-14-4(b) Contrary to the laws– The good order Peace And Dignity Prompt 5 Source: The Georgia Indictment
Hour 5 text prompt – Whodunnit
They say the small town life is the quiet life And word travels fast when something happens out here But now that someone’s missing, someone’s murdered, and something’s been stolen Everyone is claiming an alibi or to be in the clear Now mister Buffet, eager…
Poem 4# Marriage: |Relic of Culture Once I asked my celibate neighbour “Why ain’t you married.” Like a tidal boomerang he had thrown back the questions, “why are you married?.” But while my response were building up like the whirlwind in prep stage, He added,…
Hour 5
I watch the sun’s slant in the gloaming hours energy soaks the wood planks on the floor long after the last box has been loaded but before the first memories folded us out the door