90/100

No pain no gainIf this is what I want, this is the choice that I will make every day No pain no gainthe life I dream of, of breathing, of filling my soul with creative air No pain no gainexcuses are a dime a dozenso…

So Long… (12th Hour)

Your leave will only be for a year But I feel like I should acknowledge you It’s always fun when you come near And an even greater pleasure when you’re through I must admit, I will miss Your hot kisses Against my burning skin If…

Hour 12

Fin I’ll make this one count. I just want to be finished. who’s to judge me right?

Hour Twelve

What Dreams May Come Lay me down by North Creek where it moves stately as a wedding march light as a jig.   Us, under the bridge, you said “If we stay here any longer, I’m going to kiss you” and I blushed and froze….

Hour Eleven

I prepared for two whole days before this marathon. I reviewed my poetry already written, reviewed old prompts from past years and played with possibilities, wrote a couple poems for practice. I was totally on board and ready for today. Then I woke up with…

Last poem of 2017 half marathon!!!!

Quite a fun challenge–at least 90 different words, Revised  to meet the 100 words at least 90 different words An Umbrella day   Sun splashes her color out into the sky opening a wide orange and red umbrella, a canopy against the plan of today’s…

SVU

Down by the school yard he sits in his van. Never having a child to pick up, No attempt to hide behind a book or magazine, He just sits there and watches, sometimes for an entire hour. Some kids are running around the soccer field,…

Mental Ramblings

Another year where will the words come from One hundred of them no less than ninety Imagery fails me sunsets, pastel skies, thunderstorms, music free form, haiku three years down a major way to practice My brain cannot function not one more poem can be…

12- Daughter Dear

Freckles Blue eyes and a bubbly laugh She loves the tire swing in the backyard Her daddy pushes her and  she throws her head back Life is a good place   Dots Her stuffed cat she always holds They share a spot on mommy’s lap…

Hour 11

Sweet Dreams of Ice Cream You can’t possibly cry when you eat ice cream I’ll tell you why   Ice cream is a lullaby– melts you into sweet dreams that do more than satisfy.