Category: Miscellaneous
1. 2019 (Sevenlings) “The Wall of Trees”
A wall of trees line his mind. Tall and proud. Dense and thick. Multicolored leaves hide beneath his veins, secret desires that only appear … when the wind blows.
14. “Dear Former Self”
You are more than who they said you would be. You drove in cars to the family reunion Trying to reconnect with a family that would leave you in a far off summer dream. Dreaming of roses and rhubarb corn and kohlrabi Not forgetting…
Prompt 30: A 70s Pop Rock Anthem
Do you need a reason; To let your world unfold? Do you need a reason: Why? Do you need a purpose; To let your dreams be known? Do you needย a reason to; Fly? Hold on to your self. Hold on to your higher self….
Farewell Yellow Brick Road
The sun awakens giving way to the reality of a new day The path that led dreams to be real – Led fears to have breath has now past away The time passed through imagination have led to this moment to depart Walking along with…
23. Father Figure
Father Father You taught me how to throw a spiral football. How to play tennis, and golf, and so many other sports I can hardly keep count. When it came to tennis you are always willing to play. I wish I understood football more,…
Staying Alive
//Prompt 30 – Hour 24 – write a poem with the title of a 70โs or 80โs โ pop rock anthem// They are “Staying Alive”…. Good Luck! to the Brilliant Coral Reefs… Hats Off! to the Sacred Ibis Birds… Kudos! to the Ethereal Corspe Flowers……
24. Love more
Love is so much more than I could ever understand. I thought I would have to cry. I believed I would have to hurt. I imagined it would be a strain. I was never so wrong. Our love was not born in vain. True I…
The Bottom Line (A Non-Traditional Minute Poem, Hour Twenty-Four)
The Bottom Line Twenty-four hours have come to pass I sit and stare Through bloodshot eyes Put pen to page This adventure in expression Has shown me much About myself And how I think Losing sleep, forced isolation In conclusion, Was it…
22. Sorrow
Sorrow takes us by surprise. We are not ever prepared of how it can take our breath away. It hurts to hear a mother cry or a brother at a loss. We fly from miles away to bring solace to those who we love the…