Is this Tin Man’s heart? Carved from bleeding wood for chest Sad beats burden breast
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
Prompt 6, Hour 6
Write about your ideal day using only imagery and sensory details. It is fine if it is fragmentary.
I THANK YOU EARTH MOTHER
I THANK YOU EARTH MOTHER (PICTURE OF BOAT ON WATER) Glorious earth, of heavens and streams A place in my heart, my soul and my dreams. You continually share your beauty, your wonder In the caress of the rain drops through boisterous thunder….
Prompt Four (4): My Dearest . . .
My Dearest …, We have this place…unseen by most; We have this bond…since we were born. We spent the years…apart; We promised we’d meet…near this end. As my middle years…come to me hard; Your senior years…harder still; Will you allow me in…or have you chose;…
Poetry Marathon Submission #5
Perseid’s Shower Submission #5 Ann WJ White We laid on our backs. Lake Itasca, the beginning of the Mississippi parkland. A family waiting for the dusk to transmogrify into night full of stars and silence. Waiting for meteors to travel at thirty-five seconds per mile…
Hour 5; Prompt 5: A Thought Whilst Laying in A Grove
I wonder sometimes What it must feel like to be a leaf Slowly falling Aimed toward the earth Anticipating the sudden stop Upon the ground I am destined to one day be under What must it be like To one day be high up Close…
Prompt 5: Provisions
Both of us knelt by the boat, and ensured the light – using our last two batteries – would stay fixed. My knees, already scraped by the rocks when I washed out your shirt, nearly buckled as…
Blanketed in Light
Light spills into the gap between here and gone yesterday and tomorrow what is, and what will be. Walk the illuminated path to the other side. When you get there, turn and wave. A recognition of the distance you’ve traveled. A greeting to those walking…
This Old Carved Heart – hour 5, prompt 5
This old carved heart sappy, bleeding part from unhealed wounds and unmet needs. Or wretched heart love once anew now grows dull and withered too. The sap, like tears our hopes and dreams turn into fears days turn years house in arrears homeless in cars celing’s…
2. Stone Love
Stone Love I fell in love long ago with sacred geometry or was it geology. Throughout the expression of time modern society came to hunger for diamonds that would be created through pressure not as rare as rubies, but still just as sought after. Colors…