You Have Got to be Kidding Me A birthday party for a dog? Next, you’ll want one for every cow, horse, or hog! Please don’t ask for one for the duck. He can have one when he learns to drive my truck.
Category: Miscellaneous
Venn Diagram
I plot my interests into acceptability diagrams and use the finished piece to distance myself further quarantine, I call it, is the reason I don’t try musing that exposure to me is misery and that there are so many others you’d like working with much…
Monochromatic Marriage : Hour 7/ Image Prompt 7, 2022
I only surrender to him and silhouettes, I wear white as a promise to myself. In a world of terms and conditions printed in black & white I find white chaotic instead of serene. Perhaps, it has more scope to get printed in a colourful…
Hour 5: Father
Speak endlessly to me in cliffs and clouds meaning so much more than we.
I seek you out – hour TWELVE
I seek you out in sands bathed shadow green and sunset yellow while grey waters eddy at my feet and sea creatures float in the shallows before me I seek you out with halting cadence and uncertain language its logic trail lost I…
Forever
Forever Destiny brought us close our love will shape it if you are with me everything is our world if you are not an exile for us Together today tomorrow unknown but our love under the sky will remain forever Hour 10 @varenyas
Hour 12 Writing Prompt – Write about gathering with others
Christmas Eve with The Darlingtons (my apologies but this is less of a poem but more of a tale of love and triumph) Over the years, Christmas Eve with our family has evolved and only gotten better with the addition of new family members;…
Quiet
No noisy chaos sounding loudly in the air; beauty in silence
In Choir Inquire
Prompts for Hour Twelve Write about gathering with others. The specifics are up to you. ~willjxn~ In choir— are you singing? inquire: What is your song? Isolated by fear we come together in one sound. on social media. Me and Youtube inquiring? …
The Sound of Spoken Silence (Hour Ten, A Four Line Poem)
The Sound of Spoken Silence Though you never said a single word to me, your silence spoke to me in volumes. ****A four line poem consists of four lines with a syllabic count of 1/5/5/9.****