To my most adored, You are missed in the morning quiet, and the evening break. You are well, and you are glorious, so we will not burden you with letters of nostalgia. From memory l praise your soap soft skin, and the honey butter…
Category: Marathon Poem
My Feelings Are A Joke To Me – Hour 3
Met myself a cute boy His beauty hit me like a train Hair flowed gloriously in the wind Skin glowed bright and pearly in the sun Voice almost spoke to my soul His smile shined through the dark You made heartache fun. Never been one…
Poem Marathon #4
Do you remember, Wayne? (an epistolary from long ago) Ann WJ White When your kiss lightly touched my lips, you fled the room back to your world? You left me standing, holding my breath. Suddenly, I was aware you were gone for good, before you…
Hour 4; Prompt 4: To Whom It May
So It has been awhile now 12, 13 years? Might as well be a day Because that’s how long it feels, when I think of you I can’t get past the feeling of non closure There is still so much to be said There are…
Poem 4 | {The Night Sky}
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 2am Australian EST Prompt 4: Write an epistolary poem that is a letter from you to someone who has passed and/or someone you have not seen in a long time. {The Night Sky} I just wanted to…
What Was I Saying?
Fridays are Saturdays and I forget you play your virtual game with friends, all fellow D&D nerds. I retire to another room to read while your character wards off evil. Sundays are Mondays, and we play 70’s music and call it Coffeehouse Day. We might…
Hour 4 Prompt 4. Faith Chepchumba
DEAR JOE. When I met you as a stranger I couldn’t make conversation I was a shy loner But you made a friend in me And I met a friend in you As the years went by Staying,you did care Like the stars forming a…
Fathomless
By Sandy Lender Fathomless pain And oppressive grief know I can’t bring you back out of the ground. I beg forgiveness daily for decisions forced upon me. I fear regret chasing me down cornering me on cloudy nights when the last chateau briond has…
The Worst Sting of All
Dear Rob, I’m sure you don’t know what you did I’m sure you don’t get it Because while you are perceptive and sensitive and observant There are some things that just fly right over your head So I don’t think you know how badly you…