Hour Five – write about a dream…

Can it be true? Is that your face I see? Welcome! Please sit and talk with me I’ve missed you so It’s been far too long Where do we begin? I have much to catch you up on What do you mean you cannot stay?…

Infinite Sky

You and me adrift at sea afloat on an ocean of hopes and dreams. Above us hangs a blanket of stars. An infinite sky for a love like ours.

Hour 4

The baby is asleep Now is her time To take a nap Take a shower Cook a meal Do the laundry Eat hot food Read a book Watch a show Call a friend Wash my hair The list goes on She can’t get up She…

Prompt 2: places we cannot name

places we cannot name I am taught we are all one. I read the wind with my fingers to soil – could hear incantations of freedom in the whisper of poplar dancing leaves forced into jigging by gale-force Prairie winds like those dancers in enchanted…

Hold Me In This Vessel

  Sixth Hour Hold Me In This Vessel My life is suffering so much stress, I’ve fallen down, things are just a mess. When I tried to pick up the pieces, it was clear, it’s just a test. This body is broken, my joints are…

Prompt 1: infinity

infinity in this infinite space of everything i am too many stars have fallen where i am infinite too when prayers from infinity fill me with praying fill me with prayers of infinity i am all i am in all i am in all in all in…

Ready. Get Set. Go! (Poem #4)

Be strong Stand tall The battle isn’t over The journey has just begun Life isn’t easy But we can make it fun Do not give up Take heart Stand tall Be strong

Prompt #4 Numb

Dead from the inside  I am numb. A complete shut down unresponsive to the external. Immovable, life wasting away. Tired eyes and hungry heart all dead in a row. No thirst to quench no dreams to conquer powerless in one way powerful in another -…

Walk Through

Fifth Hour Walk Through What was once my refuge, my comfort, and my home. leaves a chill in the air, Now I live alone. Used to be where children’s laughter and made-up songs filled the air, now, it’s a sobering reminder that I am the…

Hour 3

It’s easy to miss Those little things Lost in our busy world We often cannot see The squirrel on a tree Bright eyed, busy tailed Foraging all around Busy with its own existence And I wonder in bewilderment How are we all that different?

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