Prompt 21: No More Coffee

I might brew a cup of tea, if I can remember to pull the kettle off the fire before its hissing wakes up my sleeping boyfriend. Or, I might nurse this glass of wine as I listen to the new Bob Dylan and try to…

Half Marathon My Hour 6

I ended up looking back and using the prompt from hour nine. I used the words firefly, bottle, heat, treeline, and lethargy.   Summer My body feels the season changing The heat making me become lethargic Wanting to slow down and enjoy the day As…

Forgive Me, Muse

Forgive Me, Muse Bless me, Muse for I have sinned. I intentionally misplaced 4 commas 7 times, stole an entire line from Shakespeare (like he’d know), resorted to using 2 adverbs and 3 clichés, rewrote Frost’s most famous poem (I like mine better). I defied…

Sleep — Hour 21

Drown me under the ceiling fan in my lumpy bed dear to me familiar turn out the light I’m ready for 14 my brain toasted like a fruit strudel oozing fluid unusable pen me up folks It’s a quality control issue okay?  

Longings

Since life does not consist of what you eat or drink I have always longed to help others to be light in the dark to illuminate the park to be the head to move ahead to be heard as an acclaimed published author Those are…

Your being, Your Everything

What I want is simple. For you to love me As I love you. For your grace to embrace My very being. For your light to cut through The hate of this world. What I want is your everything. To be able to consume all…

Hour 21: Longing

I have wanted you to belong to me, like no other prayer prior  Some higher power, laughs at my refusal To pray for you then To ask for you, beg for you  How could any divinity make you mine? When we are already both one?

Hour 21: Desperate Longing

Desperate Longing I long for blessed slumber The softness of my bed I long to go to dreamland And rest my weary head. I long to snuggle under blankets Give in to sleep with a sigh I long to hibernate right now And close my…

Prompt 21 Hour 21

When I am really sleepy  is when I miss arms around me curling up into someone feeling safe in order to drift away for a bit safe and completely relaxed

Hour 20: The Sun in My City

It rains, Five times, in a whole year,  For grains,  Humans, and beasts to share,   And so I carry,  All my days with the sun  I’m never wary,  Of the sun in my city    That shines,  Brighter than anywhere I have ever seen,…