Time Destroys Faded Jaded Rhymes Wood Rots Plastic Manican Old Piano Strings Broken Leafs Fallen Time  

100 years from now I will be somewhere in the trees Remnants of this present body Will live in the soil Providing minerals to the earth We are all Self portraits Foreign to someone Something Or Somewhere

Prompts for the Fourth Hour Text Prompt Write a poem set a hundred years ago, or a hundred years from now. Grandpa Lafayette ~willjxn~ My father’s Dad was born to life In 1876. The era of Monet The Music of Debussy. The painting of the…

The light is always there We just can’t always see it The sky is always blue somewhere There was no urgency to be to go no place for wheels to turn no noise no declarative ending just time to shake loose to let go without…

One hundred years from now will we cry out at the ignorance of now? plastic languishing in our bodies, our rivers, our sea. the lingering melodies of mystics and creatives who begged us to see. some immigrated to new celestial stars, trying to capture what…

Stuck in the muck hit by a truck caught in the mire liar liar pants on fire. you dropped your mask it seemed to do the task until it slipped that day, I know you won’t remember you have that narcissistic amnesia. the torch you…

2122 it’s quiet again the machines quelled as night falls we each sit in silent solitude looking out over barren terrain hopeful tomorrow may rain regenerate something anything but the forecast likely disagrees decades gone by at least it hasn’t ended not entirely not yet

There’s a mannequin at the old piano in the woods between your house and Jenny Finnegan’s and it’s warped and ruined and full of leaves But the naked former window model without any legs to control the pedals of the mangled upright: the soft the…

Black lava expanse Miles to reach the sand and sea Sun forces u-turn

In 1922  many years ago my honey would’ve been  quite dapper I’d have been a flapper Always on the go.   Dancing all night We’d rarely fight Drinking in speakeasy bars. Laughing til dawn All our money gone Driving home in  our Model T cars….