It starts with the letter “A ” And sings like a bird I don’t know from whence it came but to follow it I went down Oops! I didn’t mean say, “What the…..” l’ll turn around now and the other way walk. Credit: Emily…
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Hour seven
Inside out Don’t tell me to love you inside out when she lingers on your tongue, but your tongue spells my name.
Hour six
It’s one of those nights when I try to forget you (when I try to set free the stars of your memory) The ink flows and speaks of you you become my muse And I’m left with a notebook full of you….
Prompt #7 (A NEWBORN’S FIRST THOUGHTS j.r.m©)
Where am I? And how did I get here? Hang on…. this… place smells funny… Why is everything so bright? Why am I surrounded by all these men in strange caps and surgical gloves? Who are these giants? Did that doctor just whack my bum?…
Hour six: Prattle
By willjxn What is there in all of this, That I want to write amiss? Why do I find joy in verse? Could my thinkings make things worse? Poetry is my defence To put face to arrogance, Yes I know it isn’t much But…
Hour five
We sneaked into an old abandoned gym alone with the dusty equipments surrounded by Grey floor, cream walls and rustic windows I was on the bench press when I saw your face upside down you helped me lift a heavy iron barbell…
Prompt #5 (Calangute beach j.r.m©)
Take me back back in time to the place I once called my playground. The air tasted of salt and summer. The wind continuously blew as the waves greeted the shoreline. …and it always felt like the waves were playing catch up with me. Almost…
Hour Five: Laughter of Children
by willjxn I will never forget how they changed my life— Cliffs of salmon-pink sandstone Lent their broken skins to make homes for; Sons, Daughters, Parents, Grandparents. Long gone, yet— I could hear children’s laughter clattering off the walls of this ancient place. My…
Apples
A school trip becomes an escape to get lost in my favorite place Crispy leaves crunching under foot Birds fly over head that like to avoid the city The chill in the air is perfect for the apple picking season The scent of the cider…