With gumboots spread wide, I crane my bare head to the periwinkle sky, tie dyed and bled a skyscraper needle’s head, I then spy pierces a cloud up high, sighs bringing rain’s beating pings like beetle’s wings on thin skin. – Sandra Johnson, 6/26/21  

Angry dude has a vendetta against an aquatic mammal That allegedly took off his leg because it’s CRAZY But inasmuch as maligned whales are concerned, What about the arrogance of man, and the hate-on for Nature And other things outside of the control of patriarchy…

i close my eyes and watch death in the half light she loiters at the end of bed i struggle to make eye contact my breath is shallow today i wake later as the sun warm my bones, the air my lungs fill and death…

Normalcy, the status quo for sure Boxes of being, convenience for conception Intended for manual correction Not connection to others, but Of afflictions to personality Not all is lost, however; Normal can be what you make of it It’s what you take from it, It’s…

to be is not to be that is eventually the answer to know that I will not be because you are: Death already you sing my song and I meet you in the harmonies I see there is a coda ending wrapping it all up…

Text Prompt Write a poem where death is personified in some way. Or Watch this clip from Swan Lake, then write a poem. It can be a direct or indirect response. Image Prompt

Shuffling softly along, plodding playfully Feet on repeat, sweet streets replete With concrete, and self-propelled people Off to meet and greet to a neat beat As old as time, rhyme, and the sublime Strolling, not trolling, at a casual saunter Flaunting by the foot, perhaps…

My grandson makes the preacher nervous asking way too many questions. The preacher makes me nervous. Why would Joe say he wants to go to heaven to see his dad? Who planted that seed? Heart breaking I say, if there’s a heaven, your dad will…

I awake to find a ghost in view And jump when it looks at me A familiar face forms One I have forgotten It has been so long I am teary My heart smiles My world Dad

Prompts Hour Twelve   Text Prompt   For this year’s first formal prompt the challenge is to write a nonet. This poetic form requires that you write a 9-line poem. In the first line there are 9 syllables, in the second 8 syllables and so on down…