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Category: Miscellaneous
Anywhere is Better than Here/Hour 1
Traveling down a black-topped road to anywhere Towering evergreens line this road Flashing across my windshield as I speed to somewhere, anywhere but nowhere The moon is my guide I am drawn to her like a moth on dusty fragile wings, I travel weightless as…
2023 #1 The Past
Scenes playing through your head. Familiar actors running lines. Watch, rewind, and watch again. Romance, drama, comedy, adventure, and maybe a little horror. Lessons learned, or not. Etched forever as part of us.
Yellow
Yellow Yellow was the color of the lights splashing through the windows Yellow was the color of the lines drawn on the road Lines that would lead to the house that encapsulated the yellow light that splashed through the windows The house devoured the yellow…
My Friend, Rae
Hour 1 My Friend, Rae Dark cloud of death hovers above her. Hails misery. Split! Splat! Drops a brother. Husband. Almost a lover. Another brother. She moves on…moves on…moves on… I want to rush in, grab her tight, roll us both to safety. It…
Hour 1: Good morning
Hour 1 Tanka Good morning to you, Good morning, how do you do, The sun is shining, You woke up, it’s a new day, Be gracious in every way.
Hour 1 (after Diana Khoi Nguyen)
We made an undulating landscape on the floor after the hard week our bedraggled bodies propped on sofa pillows plates of barely recognized food stuff in varying degrees of consumption two roaming dogs attempting to lick plates clean Around us sharp angles of squares and…
Journeying Toward Sunrise
Journeying Toward Sunrise (after Diana Khoi Nguyen) Starting first in numb instinct, we knew only to move forward, always move forward though no footprints came before ours, no stars could be seen through haze and fog, not even owls’ hoots or trains’ whistles kept us…
Poem for Hour One Image Prompt ” I Walk In”
Facing this challenge, I face my fear what is it I hold so dear and why am I afraid of where this road leads? that I’ll dissolve in the dark and mist? or that I’m afraid to be seen, afraid to be heard because my…