Do you remember, Wayne? (an epistolary from long ago) Ann WJ White When your kiss lightly touched my lips, you fled the room back to your world? You left me standing, holding my breath. Suddenly, I was aware you were gone for good, before you…
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
Hour 4; Prompt 4: To Whom It May
So It has been awhile now 12, 13 years? Might as well be a day Because that’s how long it feels, when I think of you I can’t get past the feeling of non closure There is still so much to be said There are…
1. Recipe For a Perfect Summer Moment
Recipe For a Perfect Summer Moment Warm Sun Arnold Palmer Tide & Downy Breeze Wrought Iron Chair Peace & Calm Take all parts and mix equally. All senses will be activated if the breeze along with peace and calm are interspersed intermittently. Then to…
Hour 4, Prompt 2
1 a swing 2 oil 3 a man or a woman or two or three of each 4 candles 5 a house to one’s self, with absolutely zero kids running about This is the place for which one could jump off For an afternoon of…
Summer Letters
Dearest Nana, My Chateau is warm today With the shining summer sun Just in time For The Poetry Month! So I write to you this letter To introduce Epistolary Poetry And ask if you will Write back to me too! And also to say that…
In That, There is Peace – Hour 4 Prompt
It is eleven o’clock and I’m writing this to say that I am struggling today, here without you. You have missed so many major moments: the first African-American President, the last Space Shuttle launch, my wedding, your granddaughter and so much more. It’s hard for…
When Rock Stars Die in the Desert
Dear Keni, They haven’t solved your death. I think about you and your last breath. The coroner doesn’t return my calls. No one speaks of your blood splattered on your paintings and walls. Your dog is happy and with a friend. I have not forgotten…
My Love Poem
He is a lovely jailor who loves me in cage of his arm, making me warm. His kiss is a miss that’s why I am piss. my god knows how my cleavage survive without his bite, while I miss that lovely ride craving to be…
Prompt Four (4): Dear Daddy [Hour 4]
Dear Daddy, You still visit in my dreams. I miss you being here, of course. You’d be really old, too. Still, there’s so much I’d like to know. You left so long ago, and I thought I’d remember it all. I do and I don’t….
Poetry Marathon Submission #3
Injustice in America Form: The Bop Ann WJ White When a teen, I raised my fists against racism, violence; but for LBGTQ rights, women, elders, battered children, nature. I squeaked and squawked in righteous fury, pushed away, seated, a white bread girl against a tide…