Unseen presence Obscure figure Wondering around Who is he… Who is she… Wondering around Waiting for sentence In the last judgement @Maritza – Hour Thirteen
Category: Marathon Poem
Separate ways #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourfifteen
In the moonlit path we walked together “There are wild foxes here,” you said And I took a step closer Wondering if we would see them unless They saw us first and swallowed us whole. My hair caught in branches that swept low, pulling At our…
Hour 15: Challenge
The time was confusing I’d rather choose my safe place I’d rather choose my current zone But, I was bored I needed more challenges I needed changes in my life I took it, I said yes to it, I changed my life, It was hard…
Nibling Niblets- hour 14
From my niblings came littles nephew and nieces, I mean the babies are my niblets they’re unseen, but they sing. Niblets make me happy they look like my niblings and sometimes they hug me just like my siblings. Even though I never had…
Mondo Rocking Late Night (Mondo Q&A)
Why does music sound far better when it’s louder than if the song is just good? I have closed my eyes to the deafening level of guitar/amp and not cared.
“Oh, Sweet Death”
“Oh, Sweet Death” Watching, waiting In the dark, we’re staying You’re kind and gentle And often misunderstood. You‘re feared and not always fair, so it feels. Your hands are icy cold with a strong iron-cast grip. Once you grab, you don’t let go. Your eyes…
DHARMA DUMBSAINT – Hour Fifteen (2021)
DHARMA DUMBSAINT present in reverent witness to the opportunities of life where I have said no, I have no regrets my visceral intuition another language I learned in the dark so where there were paths, I explored them so where doorways appeared, I…
Hour 15 Poem 15 Tanka Poem
Cherishing your gift, I value your sentiments, As long as it’s true, Meaningful and from the heart, Treasuring it forever.
A Paint of Lights
To the trees The human speed Upon the road Was a million moments Fragmented and rebound. All the cars, A paint of lights Upon the air In flickering nights And clinging trails of oils.
Ella and Rohne
(for hour 15—from Onweald, an intro for something longer) Ella and Rohne He was the one covered in diamonds She was the one covered in gold They were the ones covered in riches Yet their story has never been told