Stretching in the sun Like a frond unfurling you grow Each step building on the last Slowly moving forward Like a frond unfurling you grow Sunlight adding energy Slowly moving forward To an unknown destiny Sunlight adding energy You hate the dull days Dancing to…
Category: Miscellaneous
Hour Six – Doomed
More, more, more, more More and more and more and more I am tired of all. Goal, goal, goal, goal Goal and goal and goal and goal Seems to be tall. Soul, soul,soul, soul, Soul and soul and soul and soul All of…
Before Darkness (Prompt 3)
Before Darkness I don’t remember bottles, or rattles. I remember crying, the only words screaming. Then suddenly it stops. Warmth. Comfort. It’ll be alright. I remember fireworks, “Mama, look at the pretty lights!” Scared of the thunder. Hold me tighter, closer to your heart. Skinned elbows and bruised…
Hour 8 Pantoum-Warrior
Warrior I conquer worlds like it is my duty Slipping into fantasy and fright Standing outside the darkest night Stowing adrift in sanity’s grip Slipping into fantasy and fright Howling moon stands at the ready Stowing adrift in sanity’s grip I cannot imagine a…
An Acrostic Poem: Invasive Species (#5)
Little can contain Invasive species. Once a stable, reproducing population has established, Nothing can stop their proliferation. Continuous Feeding and no natural predators, It reproduces frequently and displaces native Species, wreaking Havoc on ecosystems.
Paul Revere computer dating.
I got dumped by three women in one day. One in by phone One in person I was waiting for the passenger pigeon But the third came UPS. Neither I nor the British will be coming.
Farm Girl Pantoum
How did I end up here on a farm when I’ve always felt at home in the city? How did I become so domestic, so unsophisticated, so middle class? I’ve always felt at home in the city, but now I look at city lawns in…
Love underrated outdated frustrated (prompt 8)
In the heat of created passion A light is broken, pieces of glass and the night is interrupted by daybreak and breakups of lovers A light is broken, pieces of glass every where and no time to see light daybreak and breakup of lovers recants…
Dearest Fiona – A Poem for my Granddaughter – Poem 8/24 (Obviously, the Pantoum is not something I feel up to right now… day has been a bit tiring so far… so I’m doing a poem to my granddaughter Fiona)
F is for frills on your little girl dress And for fractions of love by which we have been blessed I is for inklings of love and God’s Grace That’s been splashed all across your little princess face O is for orbits of laughter and…