(a poem ending with lines from “The Great Gatsby” by F. Scott Fitzgerald) How I managed the sight of smoke from my mother’s kitchen and not remember that I once lived in a home fire burns everything that has a body, I do not know….
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
Melissa and Me
When we left home, left our preacher fathers for the parochial school my mother, also a preacher, had attended, we knew nothing. That’s not true. We knew a lot. We could quote the Bible. We knew the words and melodies to dozens of hymns and…
Prompt Hour Five
Text Prompt You find a time capsule buried in the backyard of your new home (or anywhere else, depends on you). What’s in it? How old is it or its probable story is up to the poet. Contributed by Bhasha Dwivedi. Image Prompt
For the Future Generations
Living in the Vermilion River Watershed, published by Western Reserve Land Conservancy, last line of “Plant Communities of the Vermilion River Watershed” FUTURE GENERATIONS WILL BENEFIT FROM OUR COLLECTIVE FORESIGHT TODAY Future generations go even further than The children I birthed, and focus much…
Hour 4…dark mountain
come join us we leave at dawn the day has been long and i am ready to rest the journey infinite then i open my eyes i feel history its fingers gently massaging my ego a heavy blanket to wrap a soul in the memoies…
Humbled (Cont)
Humbled (Cont) You don’t have to hear the words spoken to hear a voice. Read what they’ve written with care and attention. Look beyond our own voice and feelings. In person, facial expressions and body language speak loudest. Watch, show understanding and empathy. The…
Tomorrow Is Another Day – Hour Four
“After all tomorrow is another day.” – Margaret Mitchell, Gone with the Wind (1936) After all, tomorrow is another day This day’s trials are passed While on this day, the struggle’s real Have faith it will not last For each new dawn is a new…
Swallowed Whole
Like cliffs in the distance seen through a window on an island in time What a great mystery is the rock we stand high upon in the sky Surrounded upon an ocean of waving growing green to the tallest tree With a poem in mind…
The Bridge – Hour Three
She stares at the bridge, as she’s done years before As memories across time come back to the surface For once, she was younger, the foliage the same As their timeless love story began A young Marine and a seamstress in waiting A summer romance…
A Long Run at Dawn – Hour Two
A long run at dawn begins with a purpose Where sunlight and courage last meet Smiles through the tears, as feet hit the pavement For all those that accepted defeat Each sunbeam from Heaven, a gift from beyond With angels carrying the runner with grace…