Christmas Snow (Hour 10 – Half Marathon 2021) I have wandered among the snowflakes Wondering what it is about the end of December That everyone loves snow I live in a city And snow becomes Dirty and slippery On the sidewalks and streets We cannot…

Prompts Hour Ten the darkest angel proclaims the suns returning God’s deliverance.     Posted on June 26, 2021 6:00pm EDT by The Poetry Marathon Text Prompt Write poem about any holiday in December/early January. Contributed by Nancy Ann Smith.

there is comfort in safety in ______ coming home to find things exactly as you left them falling into patterns, habits that guide routines and make you feel at home ________ is home ________ is peace, contentment ________ is looking at myself in the mirror…

Is the cup half empty or half full? They cancelled the outdoor party. The reservoir is less than hearty. We have a game to play. My lawn’s burned out and looks like hay. It’s an outdoor concert. The fires are raging. You’re now on the…

“Dear Friend” Dear friend, You’ve always been here for me. Through the little, big, and “earth shattering” changes. And while I’m eternally grateful, A simple thank you just won’t do. So instead, I’ll share with the world That you’re my best friend And I’m so…

Storm clouds fill my mind, anger smolders, barely checked, thoughts reigned, nothing’s right.  

Out is the world With sun and plants and strays and rain Out is alive With little bugs and weeds and flowers Out is new everyday With the same scenery different somehow Out is colorful With splashes of rainbow here and there Out is fun…

trapped, where every breath is a question every answer is silence every portion is not-quite-half push and sink through the morass the blood is blue and the water is black   bubb bubb a bubb, dubb a bubb dubb bubb

The hatchet forgets, but the tree remembers. The hatchet is busy. The hatchet has its own share of scars, marred by the mishaps and mistakes of a clumsy handler. The hatchet remembers collisions. It remembers that it won most of them, and the ones it…

INFINITY & BEYOND                         I count the stars and place them in my hand, my heart.                         — Zeina Hashem Beck, “Ghazal: Samira Tawfiq Sings A Love Poem”   Near the edge of the rooftop pool, distance falls away, infinity moves closer.   Still as…