Mom, did you catch them all, the monsters under my bed? they want me to fall, that’s what I heard. I am not afraid they will eat me alive, but will you come for my aid, when they arrive. I can hear you cry! Is…
Category: Miscellaneous
To Ask If There is Some Mistake (Robert Frost – Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening) – hour TWO
To ask if there is some mistake is to suggest I know right from wrong convex from concave my place on a spectrum I travel but don’t always get to define or even see at all sometimes. But I will answer because that path…
Eyes Only
Salute! Respect Honorary doctorate Yes, to the Moon Not to the loud mouthed Sun When darkness falls Darkness roam Wickedness Evilness croockedness They are awash The Moon sees all these Being a gentleman The Moon never tell It remain tight lipped like a fool yet…
He Will Not See Me Stopping Here, Hour Two
He Will Not See Me Stopping Here* My love lives in a high house on a hill surrounded by lush gardens and trickling fountains. He enjoys walking those paths mid morning, late afternoon, and early evening, digesting the day’s meals in solitude. I watch as…
HELLO
Hi there, my name is Janice and I am from Australia. I enjoy writing. I am excited for the 12 hour marathon, I will be joining in the second half of the marathon. All the best, let the words take control. Let your thoughts flow….
An Apology to Robert Frost and His Little Horse (Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 2)
An Apology to Robert Frost and His Little Horse (Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 2) On the darkest evening of the year * In the cold New Hampshire air Robert Frost (no pun intended) Was on his way somewhere With his little horse and wagon…
#2
As the years roll by, I reflect upon my life, I try to strip myself from this cloak of darkness, but it burns like an internal flame and I wear it all so well, these memories they haunt me. I wish I could put them…
Hour 2 – at sun down
the last light of life fades, the sun downs on my brow. my hair are like the silver cups with fancy black bows you liked. I cannot separate anymore between left and right. misty memories of moments, hazy hues crowd my sight. Yet I…
#2 My Snowy Woods
My Snowy Woods He gives his harness bells a shake/to ask if there is some mistake……but I have promises to keep/and miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost’s Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening…. a poem we memorized in 7th grade, I…
When a Prompt doesn’t spark…
It’s tough, writing something When a prompt doesn’t speak to you When nothing seems to spark What’s a writer supposed to do I have no experience of hanging from a ledge Because I don’t have a death wish And I don’t like using others work…