For the Last Decade (Third Hour of Half Marathon 2021) For the last decade We have shared our thoughts and prayers For the last 18 months We have shared our thoughts and prayers For the last few days We have shared our thoughts and prayers…

Fly me to the moon, take me to some star, Thou, I would want to just stay forever in your heart.. For love is what I’ll give and care what I’ll show, Want to smooth your life, as water on the snow…   Fly me…

Explore, explore, explore!   Some do it with binoculars, others with a digital camera. Some explore by reading more and more, others by travelling more and more.   If I feel good in a plane, maybe you will feel good doing bungee-jumping. Everyone has a…

There’s a burning deep inside, a fire that yearns to be set free, and one that longs to breathe heat, light, and life into every corner of the world. The flickering of passion grows within, embers igniting new sparks, inspiration looking for an outlet to…

To all those who have come before, I appreciate everything we’ve endured lest we faded into an obscurity beyond comprehension. Don’t kill your darlings no matter how tempting it may seem. Never in existence or any type of good place did I imagine rencountering someone…

What it feels like   to be bitten by the cold or by him  as he is the cold the icy onset  of my lips when blood  is flowing everywhere but   to be bitten and feel pain or is that pleasure my skin  can’t…

Wondrous I laugh, say Gumball is helium-filled, his round and sweet body grows overnight as though he will be a cartoon canine balloon in the Thanksgiving Day parade. Just four months, and he is taller and nearly outweighs his brother, Munchkin, who is 10 months…

These hours are flying by How can we get anything else done? Will I really stay up all night Writing poems each hour? How can we get anything else done? Cooking, eating, outings–they warned me Writing poems each hour Will more than fill my day!…

They seek to destroy our map of peace, to shatter the piece of the map we always knew.   They seek to employ the architects of silence, to mute our tongues and drain our ink wells.   They seek to blur the sight of the…

(for hour 3—image prompt)   Bird Watching   She’s gone off the trails In her bright new dress Amid reeds and cattails In search of heron’s nest   Traversing crag and rock Merely watching us wave Frustrated shock Watching her scare birds away