City night of stars and dancing, City bright with voices laughing, Thank you for the hillside places Where I’ve watched the storms roll in; Thank you for the hidden spaces, Secret to keep memories in. I have stood with heart in wonder, I have skipped…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour #19–Haiku
Rustling grasses Gentle and soothing to me Speak like hollow reeds
Smile
Some days Move Independently Limiting Experiences
Taro
Riding horseback racing through abandoned towns a rat named Taro in my pocket, how am I going to protect this furry friend, when a sorcerer is summoning me intent on taking him away? I will power through, I will protect my friend and my magic…
Prompt 19_ Lasgidi
Lasgidi This place I call my home A concrete jungle where confusion reigns. A potpourri of beauty and ugliness Where poverty rubs shoulder with wealth. Lagisdi Where you could enter or exit a bus by the window And where you jump off becomes your stop….
Hour 20: Craving
I like chaos When everything, everyone Is just one big yarn of confusion Tangled yarn… it won’t come off Without cutting a few strands I like chaos It’s full of inspiration Always something happening Always something going on It’s like a mosaic of never-ending videos…
The Watchtower
Take me to the edge of the world. Strip me to my barest bones. Remind me that I’m not alone. Ship me off to the cosmos. Mysterious shape of an empty room Silhouettes against a dark moon Let me bask in a field of dandelions…
Hour 20 – Beginners Book of Poetry Prompts – Chapter One
Hour Twenty – Write a poem using any one of the following titles: The Watchtower, Second Breakfast, Books for Beginners, The Woman with the Top Hat, Echo Husband Beginners Book of Poetry Prompts – Chapter One Get yourself a nice hot drink. (Tea works…
Hour 20
Hour twenty Achieved at last Things go better in the twenties The teens last forever In the twenties you can see the end Those voices aren’t singing about the lady in the top hat. They are excited about finishing The second breakfast is now the…
Poem 20. Echo Husband
We lost you last year. You went to bed out there in South Dakota, and never woke up. Fifty five years old and gone. I mean, I know you weren’t mine anyway, hadn’t been for a couple of decades, but your first is always a…