She lay on her back Her jacket was too big   Fresh dying leaves on top Rotten dying leaves on bottom   The coming frost bit the end of her nose Her hair tickled her neck The zipper grazed her ear lobe   The branches…

Using one or more of these images as a jumping off point, write a poem. All of the images are sourced from Unplash.  

Hey, Mom, Here’s the latest happy news, Andre — your first great-grandchild — is getting married he was just 12 when you ran out of time with us. The whole world has this Covid-19 to worry about but I know what you want to hear:…

Saw the cone gnome fixing up a stop sign today and the mailman and a brown box truck but I ponder as a walked past the delivery van’s smile what keep us grinning while they take our cards up cuz the roads need upkeep and…

My Beloved Mother, How are you? You would be wondering why I am writing you a letter. Do not wonder. I am thinking about you and all memories that I hold dearly. All the lessons you taught me still guides my every thought. You left…

Ninety miles she walked, towards liberty or death with God’s voice in her ear.   Ninety miles she trudged through forest and stream she knew her worth and did not fear.   Ninety miles she led her people, like Moses led the Israelites, from bondage…

Hour 4  (Epistolary Poem Marathon Prompt: writing a letter/poem to a deceased person) My dear brother Bob: Calling you dear most likely has you giving me a heavenly eye roll…..I would expect nothing less from you my dear, dear brother! Your photo on my desk…

Grandma, I sure miss the way you’d tell me stories every day and cook me dinner without delay when deciding to prolong my stay. At thanksgiving, always such a treat is where the family’d yearly meet for turkey, ham and tasty sweets and then a…

Dearest Love, I can never quite find the words, that my heart wants me to say, they seem to get stuck somewhere so very far away, I call to them with my memory, I try to cox them out with love but alas they are…

I’ve been blessed to dance beneath your rays To lay beneath your warm embrace But cold comes quickly in the shade As shadows start to overtake My god my god, come back I beg I am not ready for the end of days.   Oh,…