First Prompt: Write a poem about being in water. It can be about swimming, the shower, a bath, the rain, etc. Hose ~willjxn~ Raise a hose upon the land. Lift it up with waters grand. Mountain waters stored for me, to rejuvenate each tree.  …

Never made it as a grandson. I couldn’t cut it as a boyfriend healing. Tired of living like a half man. I’m sick of trying to be someone else’s conception of appealing.   But when you step into the light, it puts everything into perspective….

The staccato drum of liquid gifts Hitting the roof as the drop in flops At first in slow fat lazy plops Then fast long shards of heaven’s sieves   Gaia gulps in greed and happy sighs As drop flow in with happy sucks Till she…

mandarin light of dawn floods the room surprised and blinking, I embrace the fire descending down to slumber all to soon colorless light of day fills the room. fire of dreams, I hold you passion tenderly inside, as the lull of everyday will get things…

The dance of the rain   I am comforted by the four walls, a roof and the fire. The bay window frames the perfect view for the dance of the rain.   Like in any performance the mizzle lightly drips building momentum it gathers speed…

Heroes We are All someone’s hero Who Have I Worshipped for awhile Many Became my Idols to admire Some Have fallen Because they stumbled Some Fell away Because I grew Many Remain on My memory shelf I Dust them Off to admire I Looked beyond…

I must have been six or so when, unsoiled yet by the world’s many worries, I played in the rain, naked and wild with children my age or more or less chasing termite alates freshly unleashed from their colonies we ran around in the rain…

Water luscious commodity of life washing our feet clean wildflowers grow bringing hope as deer play with water we exist yet storms run wild rains fall and fall streets become rivers waves beat upon the house islands were not there before refrigerators float along the…

I’m only with him on the good days.    The days I swim across the chasm  Filled with well-intentioned promises That never carried us forward.   When I choose forgiveness over defiance, Unzip my bulletproof vest and Surrender myself for a moment.    I let…

Sip Sip on a small Coffee Straight from the pot Hot and steaming Look at the faces beaming just a small coffee to ease the stress And start the day. Feeling alive Feeling the drive Copyright(c)Roxann Lawrence 2022