Hour Twelve: The Gathering “Only one rule: Don’t wear black.” After an absence of eight years (despite all of the promises, the excuses, the maybe-about-next -years?) we will gather this time not to reunion (a desperate attempt to relive those younger carefree hopeful days) but…

Beauty   Listen – I hear music! In the park. At the pub, in their outdoor venue. At the festival, everyone with picnic dinners and beach-style chairs   Look – we have friends visiting! I hosted my book group, in person, on the front patio….

let the sands of time turning as I relive each moment the day it all began I was only holding your hand on an evening over icecream fears, insecurities and doubts that nagged our paths melted with your touch this day when it all comes…

Dancing or Not Dancing (Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 12) We can leave Anytime After we smile And dance The sun and moon Are of no consequence Indoors climbing Towards a destination A place never been Never seen And if they smile We smile back…

My name is Double-AA-battery, and I am 12 years old. This is is my second time participating in the 24 Hour Poetry Marathon. I had a lot of fun participating in the last marathon, I’m back for round 2!

Orange Candy Prized possession only shared among best friends a fight here, a scuffle there getting along once again just for an orange candy Hour 9 @varenyas

Rope bridge suspended over chasm we’re walking it, even as it sways and know that the fall would be completely catastrophic.   There’s a part of us both that knows this trail ends and sometimes it’s so good I could stay on this unstable bridge…

Today I have no energy No more room to fight I’m filled with so much darkness There’s little room for light I want to say to riot Fill the streets with fire Give each and every Justice choice To die or to retire I want…

Now this time The verse is done With it’s pride As a new venture. The popular canvas To sketch it’s heart With lovely hub For a new art. There are so many colours There are so many words By using all A new ray of…

Prompt For Hour Eleven Write a poem about laughter without ever using the words, laugh, laughter, or giggle. Text Prompt ~willjxn~ It’s the sound that pleasure brings Just be for the smile. It’s the soul when humor stings, joy, brought center aisle.   Funny is…