hour 19 poem

Making a difference What will you do? When you find the facts. When you finally know the truth. Will you truly understand what it means? How will you use the information to live your life? Will living your life make any difference in the lives…

The Corvid

Downtown is empty and the crows bitch and moan.                                     “Where’s our damn French fries? Where’d our monkey servants go?” “They’re not leaving their metal beasts,” one crow intoned.                          “You fool,” replied another. “Those beasts EAT the monkeys, everyone knows.”   “Are we too…

Prompt #19: Oh, the Hassle of a Face Mask

In epidemics of yesterday Americans watched as other countries donned a mask to stop the spread of illness. It is a basic concept, Wear a mask to prevent sharing any virus that you may have with others. It all makes sense when someone else is…

20~9

Strange. How often I imagine That cottage of ours In the heat of the night. Fireflies dancing near the treeline. Skipping through the lush wet grass Under the sparkling moon In my favorite birthday suit Towards you…

Half Clear Sky

It rained on one side and on the other the sun shown. It was like the party itself it looked pretty but tension grew. Even though it cleared up it was not the same. When it ended tension did not leave it was just hiding.

The Entity – Prompt 19, Hour 19

It was seen in the ocean, they gave it a name It didn’t like that… It left. They forgot about it, it fell to legends and myth. It didn’t like that either… it came back. When it returned the world trembled, for it was longer…

Prompt 19, Hour 19 – Show Some Respect!

Siphonophore Apolemia – Ocean alien, you call me.   47 meters long, but perhaps longer. I take space you did not consider.   You believed me to be a lazy thing; floating; waiting for a catch – and yet here I am the hunter you…

Siphonophore Apolemia Prompt (Hour 19)

Just one place, one tiny life in the stream of a moving world. A single voice, fallen into hundreds of chattering echoes, Each sound continuing beyond the residual silence. Lifetimes create wake, love moves through human relations like A rogue wave way out at sea…

Aerial

silks of purple nylon friction tugging on skin the sorcery of suspension the perfect spell of physics strength balance arms aching from the climb hands aided by adhesive resin gripping fabric threads Spider-Man-Me wrap the silks knot your limbs bend and pull hang however you…

Prompt 19 ~ Post # 19 ~ Is There More?

No eye has seen, no ear has heard what God is truly made of. But when we stop, look and listen He’ll explain to us His love.   Oh He’ll reveal the hidden things when you begin to pray. He’ll reveal what you need to…