Love is honey running through my veins Love is soft as a pillow Love is a blossoming flower strong enough to withstand hurricanes Love doesn’t leave room for confusion Love is loud and clear Love is the tender hand, on my hand Love is a…
Category: Miscellaneous
Some Random Thoughts Upon “The Eyes of Texas”
A proud Longhorn stood in a Palo Duro meadow, feeling very self-possessed, a very fine fellow. Having climbed high, he bellowed out that old time, un-P.C. tune, that U.T. grads oft whistle morning, night, and afternoon as if to declare it matters not what song…
Hour 9: POV Villanelle
Based on the Characters of Killing Eve: Does your heart race from love or obsession? Can hands hold without grip I wish to know a love that is not possession I have used violence in every confession Drawn blood from every kissed lip Does your…
Hour #10: What Is Love?
Hello, dear Friends, Call me Ferdinand, El Toro, Taurus, or Wyoming: strong, proud names. Please, I ask that you not call me Matador. Just don’t. Think about it for a moment. Now you understand my simple request. What is love? You might expect hearts and…
Hour 10- What is Love…a pantoum
What is love? A smile that lights up the room. Laughter that chases away the gloom. A whiff of a charming, delicate perfume. A smile that lights up the room. Eyes that shine like a flower in bloom A whiff of a charming, delicate perfume….
What is love to those who grieve?
What is love to those who grieve? Is it a reminder that there is a pause when inevitably our loved ones leave and on our heart loss gleefully gnaws? What is love to those who grieve? Is it a shattered moment where knees bend,…
Prompt #10 – What is Love?
What is Love? You say my name and my heart spins wildly out of control, but don’t flatter yourself. That could mean anything. What is love but a series of cheap parlor tricks: A saw that cuts me in half and yet I remain whole….
X- Crossroads
Two wanderers stop where the dirt paths merge She is coy, curious; He is brave, bold Eyes catch and fall ignorant to the sun winking behind the trees He, from the East and Her, the West seek out the North and South but carelessness has…
Elk Bayou Park in Tulare County, CA
I grab our buckets off the carport floor, as the soft glow from the lightbulb welcomes us. The taste of cinnamon still on my lips – I will have another cup of tea upon my return. I wrap my winter jacket around me, as…
HOUR 8 (Use at least 5 of the following 10 words: beet, jacket, elk, carport, tremor bayou, elbow, lightbulb, cinnamon, bucket) ADVENTURES WITH MILES THE ELK HERDER Miles was a seasoned elk herder Working for pleasure and cash. Wearing his camouflage jacket Through mountains…