Morning at the Eastern Gate a symphony of song and sweet Roosters crow in the distance behind the gentle dee dee of that my favorite little bird lovesongs to the sun it’s the crows who take great care to break the gentle din— summoning me…

Splashing down my neck It’s an ice water haiku pouring Now WAKE UP!

I left my body, running along the race lane. Now time to return.     Written from Hour 22 text prompt.

You didn’t make it The Marathon I mean You faltered, sleepy Hour 20 Started resting And slipped through your alarms Dozing gently into REM But this is a dream! All you need to do is WAKE UP! *SMACK* Just kidding, it’s only hour 22 and…

the publisher’s team visits tomorrow the agent meets with you ahead of the team tomorrow you cannot close your eyes now wake up right now   defer your nap put on your cap this is a dream come true you have to be prepared through…

Aaarrrrrgggh! jumpshoutstretch! But, you know with little more than 2 hours to go why get so excited?

An ode by any other name would Still read just as obsequious Any great poet writes an epic ode Any praiseworthy topic will do! Wordsworth commended duty – Pope in high praise of solitude Keats was prolific at acclaiming the generally obscure; nightingales (his poetry…

(for hour 22—wake up prompt)   Familiar Pain   That blood in your urine is A kidney stone Surprise!   That inability to function is A kidney stone Surprise!  

Honesty unfurls In the wee morning hours Buried truths revealed

I think my rhymer Was set with a timer, At 23 and a half. And the rhythm-ist-ick thingy, Has busted a springy, As I cackle pentameter laugh.   I have verse laced with vocab, That could send me to rehab, Like last year—and the year…