All alone in the quiet, while others are sleeping I sit and I softly reflect My life is so blessed, my heart filled with such pride For these blessings I’ve so much respect I am living a life I never thought could be With a…
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
Poem 16 – A Sense Other Than Vision
There’s a smell, in fact an aroma, that intoxicates me A human scent, of a BO-laced meat vessel, ripe But delightful in its pungent revelry, Sometimes 6 days unshowered, sometimes after a single session Of activity and dynamic motion, but unforgettable The sour sharpness reminding…
ode to Diet Coke
you’ve been a sobering presence your fake, sweetened bubbles soothe my nauseous whims and on this night called marathon it is you that keeps my marrow on oh, diet coke, oh this ode a most pretentious code my Grandfather’s daily drink I think and now…
Night Walking Part 1
Night walking when the night is mine When the night is kind Always in the back of my mind Some tiny part of me knows The night could slip away from me But not this night This night is not Flipside This night is honeysuckle…
Poem 15 – A Pondering of the Past
Club 23 West Cordova would host fetish nights Twice a month on a Saturday The dress code was PVC, plastic, pleather, and leather And a few other things I can’t remember now; Fast forward to my arrival, all bunny ears And fluffy tail, lost and…
Prompts for Hour Twenty-One
Text Prompt An ode is a formal address to a person, place, or thing, not present. An irregular ode does not have a traditional form but the manner largely retains the tone and thematic elements of the classical odes. There’s a wonderful example poem here,…
Night of a Deadly Howl
It was written that night would grow teeth unfriendly to mortals and suck their blood. What would be left the prophet calls dust. I read: when it touches the ground, it’d blend with it. What is memory if not a symphony of circumspect? I cut…
Poem 14 – Your Unseen Tomorrow
What world have we left for you, sweet child of mine? Devastated old growth stands, fragmented animal habitat Rising oceans, and melting permafrost; Is your precocious nature going to help humanity Through untold extinctions? I’m sorry I couldn’t do more, And I’m sorry those who…
The Pier – Hour Twenty
The Pier I spent many a year catching fish by the buckets Upon the Gulf of Mexico’s shoreline From sand trout to sharks and gafftop to eel My childhood grew wildly there It kept me from trouble, away from that crowd Special bonding time for…
Poem 13 – Death Comes
“Making the rounds?” I asked the figure in the corner of the bar All black-leather-jacket-and-straight-cut-jeans – It was the sunken eyeballs that gave him away I knew he was Death by his walk; he didn’t need the scythe With a smile like that, with teeth…