SEASON OF THE UNCERTAINTIES Life ever changing, with its ups and downs Unpredictable and often unnerving. Taking us down a path of our choosing And sometimes down a path we wish not to travel. We can try to predict our outcomes, But…
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
Dancing Day
Melodies and syncopated rhythms ring in my ear Bass bleeding into my skin Pulsating drums pace my cardio cadence My soul fed through damp grass on the soles of my feet Gyrating hips churning warm wind A soft hand touches my face I see my…
Prompt 7: Season of the Curve
As promiscuous as the first buds of spring nudging into each other for attention was the first droplet on our side of the Atlantic. And, so quickly it captured its prey, we knew not which direction to turn without becoming its next victim. To know…
Season of the Disease
In the face of petrol-dollar and stolen riches, the president still dies His hordes of physicians try his death to hide The citizens are in the dark and no one is in the know His kitchen cabinet covers up the cause of his death so…
6. Ideal Day
Productivity is the best when you make it your goal everyday.
Prompt Seven (7): Season of the Spirit [Hour 7]
Season of the Spirit Found her, at last … What happens now? It moves so fast… Will life allow? What can I see? I know who I am… I am free to be! I give a damn; I found the key… To be the who……
Season of the ancient ones
The ancient winds pulled at his soul, He felt them… the ancestors… stirring him. He looked to the stars Are you there, my people? Do you feel me? Hear me? See? Or are you only on the wind, whispering to see if I hear? He…
Season Of The Witch
As the moon climbs over the hill, The creatures out in the wild Wary of the noise, less heard And the air breathless There’s something awry in the air tonight Both mystical and dark, unclean, Shadows are lurking by old stone walls In wait for…
5. Blinding Lights… the light that binds.
Stars in the sky are mirrored on the waters below that float a single solitary boat. Mountains transposed hold up two sides of the page. I do not lay adrift on a canoe sailing into an abyss. I am no Ophelia from Othello. Flowers adorn…
Season of the Toddler – Hour 7 Prompt
It was the best of times Short person knee hugs Sloppy peanut butter kisses and giggles But then….. A storm and flood of emotions A tantrum Waves of wailing and tears Angry thrashing and toys strewn about In the middle of the violent storm Momentary…