Well my dear girl, heaven is what you believe it to be. Mine is built courtesy of The Wizard of Oz and The Care Bears. When my imagine comes to life and I see places unseen I dream that heaven is beautiful and colorful, joyous….
Category: Marathon Poem
Martini Splash (from prompt 12)
From Prompt 12, my line is “It’s rare that a story begins at the beginning.” Martini Splash By Sandy Lender Amid the laughter and clanking of glasses Over the jazz, but under the radar of my BFF, Aqua Velva touches my arm like he…
simplicity
I leaned back, looking at a blue sky, and perhaps to some other eyes it’s grey, or green, or deep purple, but the wind was soft and the air was pure, and as a child I thought how sweet life must be with watermelon, warm…
Into the Breach — Hour 12
Slow season got slower a visitor named covid was lurking unwanted tourists were denied they might be enablers of the dread the humpbacks on their own annual tour dined on Alaskan krill far from their winter playground and were missed a whale statue dramatic…
The Book Prompt -Hour 12, Prompt 12
Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. A daemon’s after me darkening my door, No clue if it’s bad or good It lingers in the hall While I try to…
Mood Play
The world sees you You see the world The world attempts to stifle your mood With trends that beguile the heart Of death trails Of robbery snares Of soaring suicides Of battering hopes The moods swing Radically to the dissident vibes Of a faltering…
Poetry Marathon Submission #12
“I am absolutely going to find you.” You left with my bag of books. I had testing tomorrow, and you ran off. I took my shower, washed my hair. I made a snack for both of us. On the table it was all set for…
Removing the Host – Hour 12 Prompt
If I ask you a question What’s your reply going to be Would you think it through with purpose To answer honestly Or would my very asking Be only for my gain As you make up an answer Without a truthful grain If I’m asking…
ABOVE THE CLOUDS
Hour 12 (Marathon Prompt – Pick a random book from the shelf. Read the first line and the last line. Pick one and use every word of that line somewhere in your poem.) The Book: A Million Little Pieces First Line: I wake to the…
Prompt 12, Hour 12 – Cold Nights
Sentence picked from The Essex Serpant, by Sarah Perry: “A young man walks down by the banks of the Blackwater under the full cold moon.” Dark green waters take on nightly shades, and now, Blackwater Bay, would make a fine name for such a…