dusty guitar strings throw off grey fuzz practiced fingers guide back to tune an instrument abandoned a traveler craving levity together, sing a few 90’s pop 80’s rock ballads let the wood and metal remember what it’s like to dance and the shaking hands remember…

Cruising deadass plague campus at night Blasting ‘everything is broken’ by dylan cuz it’s the truth Waiting like everyone for something to happen But at least unlike everyone for the moment I’m on the move Until the car falls apart and I find a new…

For the comfort, of resting in my bed For the pleasure, of another encounter with thee For the peace, of another dawn For the grace, of the line drawn hard in the sand For the joy, of music’s steady beat For the understanding, of truths…

I suppose this might count for prompt 20 since I was talking about moonlight.   Night Lit I watch soft waves Moving back and forth Quiet light from the moon Shines silver on the black waves Everything quiet and calm The world just small splashes…

Beth A. Fleisher Hour 21   Prompt 21:  Write a poem about what you are longing for most right now.     Ode to My Beautiful Bed   Oh beautiful bed, how I long for you. Your soft Organic cotton sheets, Deep pockets fitted to…

My  eyelids crave closure, my brain is engulfed in fog, fingers slipping on keys, deleting a line or two  my body fuzzy, begging for rest, But l can hold a little longer Its only an hour or three, the words  have letters missing l have…

I want to go to bed with you Lets slip between the sheets I’ll fall into your sweet embrace And let you completely take me over I’m ready to go all night If you’re ready to take me there So what do you say Mr….

Come into my cocoon Hold me Imagine the beauty That could be Us If only we could learn to fly Together

Late nights, sweating on a dance floor, saxophone and electric guitar.    School children running a quarter of a mile for the momentum to fly into my arms.   Science experiments. Love letters from seven year-old students on the back of their homework. Dear Ms. Lusty…….

If only the words flowed effortlessly Flowed liquid inspiration from mind to hand to pen to page Flowed like molten rage at state of society blindly following latest manufactured anti-mask outrage Flowed like blood from rubber bullet eye shots Like blood from innocents shot by…