I miss the sounds of him the tuning of his soul the softness of his voice as he leaves for the show the gentle way he would draw me into him as he would leave each time he would have to go… I miss laying…

Silence the house is still I can hear the wind outside, blowing – creaks and groans of the old framework and pops of the windows break the solemnity of the house as I drift off into slumber

my eyes grow heavy my brain slows the pen and paper are mocking me IDEA! i start the next poem – only to scribble out those first horrible lines… i struggle to string the words together… then suddenly i start to write! amazingly a poem…

Laughter floats through the air. Children’s screams of joy! The lawn sprinkler shoots cool water up towards the hot, summer sun as the kids run through!

the fireflies light up the yard dusk falls soft music plays as we relax on the porch a glass of wine light conversation – yes, this is a wonderful summer evening…

Prompt for Hour Six Use the following image to inspire your next poem. Take me to a place in time where I was a different person. I don’t recognize myself in the mirror it’s been way too long since I have felt comfortable in my…

Opened a box. There was a fox. I thought it would be socks. This rocks.

As a kid I made gifts for special occasions birthdays, Christmas – parents, grandparents, aunt, uncle hangers-on all got something made by my own two hands. for a few years it was something acrylic clear, encasing some object or picture deemed worth of enshrinement by…

The world mocks your effort all they want to see is your accomplishment You’re a work in progress but nobody wants to hear; they all be like nothing to show for all the pains Deep down it hurts but you know it’s for a short…

There is an old adage about hope seeing ‘The light at the end of the tunnel’ An optimist coined that ‘The light at the end of the tunnel may be an oncoming train.” A pessimist, hedging his/her bet came up with that variation Wyle E….