3 Haiku poems I’m looking upward the fresh yellow buds of Spring promising future. Spring buds appearing framing a sweet blue sky viewed when slipped on mud. Spring buds remind me winter work is done for now start planting flowers!
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
Prompt Two (2): Recipe For Procrastination
Recipe For Procrastination Ingredients: Active mind A sense of laziness A love of naps Insomnia Some bursts of depression Too much to do Not enough to do Easily bored Aging Take your active mind and mix it with too much to be done … for…
A Night To Fight
In a dark starry night, And the stars infinite, The moon was not upright And the shadow, not very bright After the flickering twilight, There was a sunrise. Although the glimpse was slight And the feeling of fright, What I saw was a lovely sight….
Dear Grandma & Grandpa
Dear Grandma B, So glad you’re safely tucked in the ground And don’t have to struggle while we’re cleaning up this mess You lost your mind just in time while the world was sublime but what you’d do right I cannot guess but I bet…
The Climb – Hour 5 Prompt
As the journey concludes, I stand at the peak As I gaze o’er the valley below The sunbeams, a shadow of where I have been Their light, signs of where I’m to go For while here on top, where I can touch the sky I…
H.5 – Branch and Sky
We lay entwined, skin breathing skin, gazing upon branch and sky, We danced to each other’s dreams, growing vast beneath branch and sky Our murmers directions to the earth a map, a pattern , to be stitched from branch and…
Peep from under the Tree
I stood on the ground and looked up at the sky But tree branches covered my eye Enveloped by the greying branches the sky whispered, “I am high”. Spread in majesty the tree branches clasped in unison Intent on masking the light of the…
Prompt Five (5): Carved In My Heart [Hour 5]
Carved In My Heart Do you remember me? We met here… Long ago; Lifetimes before. Do you know me, still? We met again, Right here… Not even a moment ago. More than once… twice three times, four and five… a dozen times. Always so close……
A Fallen leaf
Leaves fall like broken joy, from her beloved tree. Pain is felt by both the dying leaf,falling free and lonely tree.
A recipe for self-love
Music Laughter Dog or cat Favorite shoes Loved ones Prior to assembling your ingredients, locate your bathroom scale and full length mirror. Take your sledgehammer and go to town. Do not rest until they are no longer recognizable. They are not accurate measures of…