The house on the hill The walk from town to the house A memory that would not fade away The beauty of the house died suddenly The window never opened amicably When she was home the window was lit Her writing on the wall I…

As I wrote my poem A customer walked in I responded politely to his request He walked out It sent a sense of insensitivty That made me feel uncomfortable Wow wonder if it was a >>> Copyright(c)2022 Roxann Lawrence

If you need a friend one who is genuine look no further for her name is Mewra She will show up dancing with a smile She loves to sing in the wild Her hair looks like a butterfly Her dreams are big as the sky…

Without a fridge The sun was her preservationist   Without a bathroom The family did it in the open   Without a microwave oven Cold meal was a religion   Coal-pot cooker was a luxury Its glow embers kept her cold at bay But not…

The rusty old piano sits there Years of disuse Centuries of neglect

Hour Four – Write a poem set a hundred years ago, or a hundred years from now. The Wooden Football   The boys played ball, that’s what I’ve heard They kicked it around whenever they could Boots caked in mud, and sometimes blood The football…

shattered busted torn and twisted warped burned infested and rotted alone decaying into the earth again

      Rubble, rubble, times of trouble Ruined cities span as far as the eye can see But few eyes remain,  peering  from steel caves Shabby bodies huddle, clad in leather and rags Only hunger sends them to hunt with bows To seek meat…

  Hour 4 – Haiku in 100 years time 🌞 🫣 🌌 🌧 🏙 🌆 🌅   (Translation) The sun hides at night rain clouds cover the city City sun rises

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