At the Diner – Hour Twenty-Three

At the diner, memories return Far too many there to name From childhood antics to new love To orders staking claim In some ways ’tis full circle My life here with the food Both then and now with toddlers Just learning to be good When…

Descent (Hour 21, A Four Square Poem)

  Descent Addicted Obsessed Compulsive Possessed   Despairing Deceiving Despondent Disbelieving   Terrified Traumatized Irrational Immobilized     Panicked Paralyzed Imprisoned Institutionalized   ****A four square poem consists of four verses comprised of four lines, where each line is expressed with just one word.****  

The Stand (hour 23)

The stand, but not upright, uptight letting fatigue drag me where it may leaning against structures at night spewing words, streaming plays off the page, it makes no sense over cobblestones, under a fence how could I let them get away? demand them return, but…

Hour 23

I hear the water rushing as I approach the trail, Not long of a walk before you match the sight to the sounds, It looks as pretty as it sounds, Listen closely, you can hear the water hit the rocks on the riverbanks, Chirping birds,…

Hour 20: Nightmare

It seems I’ve fallen into Someone else’s dream Of nature’s glory With blooming flora to cushion my steps   Where I can sleep Under bright blue skies and the shade of verdant palm trees with a hint of sunshine peeking through   They’ve even dreamt…

Last One

My body has turned against me even more than it has before Now items from the humble wheat plant are poison in my throat I was told just to lay off just a reduction will be fine But subsequent experiences have proven otherwise It’s a…

Hour Twenty-Three: The Summer Book

The Summer Book* Stretched out on chaise lounge Or bunkbed, beach towel, porch swing You turn the pages. Quickly at first Delving in, devouring it But then you notice Oh, no! There isn’t much of this wonderful story left! How can you live outside of…

Hour7

The moonlight caresses the trees, their tiny fruit becoming shiny. Leaves are dancing and hopes are growing when thinking about our first meeting!

Hour 23 – Inkheart – Text Prompt

Inkheart Oh to speak with silver tongue Reality into fiction Fiction back to reality The desire is there but magic… Is sadly lacking here And try as I might to coax it out Reality is unchanged No thieves or flame eaters walk about No magical…