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

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….

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…

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…

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,…

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…

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…

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.

Flip flop VCS Flip flop On the table top This won’t take a minute You won’t feel a thing Except for this It might be hit or miss Flip flop Lying on the table top It’s a bit of a miracle A dash of science…

I just posted my twelfth poem, another Half Marathon finished. I can’t imagine doing this for another twelve hours. Good luck to all you Super Beings who complete the Full Marathon. I wrote Old Lady Poems this year. That is how my brain feels at…