Forbidden sweetness tender ripeness supple and ample with a crackle and a zing. Fullness came forth overflowing tenderness Fulfillment and satisfaction in abundance Control is the new norm in town and guess what? it is too cool for you. It’ll blow your hat off It’ll…
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
Hour Two: Magic
As she felt the earth melt beneath her feet, a loving breeze enveloped her. She saw stardust glisten in the distance. The sound of crashing waves surrounded her. As fairies lifted her from the melting earth, she felt herself begin to plummet. Floop! A billowy…
Magic Or Black Magic?
In the darkness She felt serene Yet Always welcoming The danger unforeseen In the silence Everything felt like a dream Sometimes Such that, It could not be seen In everyone’s eyes She was a queen But She longed for the one, Who was unseen In…
Dreams
He tried not to disturb her sleep from mountains and rivers away so he didn’t call but she heard him anyway. in a dream… He wanted a kiss but didn’t press so she called him time makes no difference hearts know no distance and…
I am, Words [1 – #iam]
I used to write essays, stories, the words flowing out onto the page but you– you have messed me up you have taken me down and now I am liquid my words fall out without structure willy nilly I am trailing word droppings at work…
Hour 1
It’s just the first hour With eleven more to follow I am staring at a blank page I am willing the words to flow I thought writing came easy to me I am an author, that’s my job Yet a simple poem eludes me I…
Prompt 2, Hour 2
Write a poem about magic. Magic as something real, magic as something imagined, magic in a fictional setting, magic in an urban situation, it can be about how children perceive the world as magic, or possibly magic, anything really. The word magic need not be…
Stone: Hour 1
Stone With death, after snaps at the heels of what went before; a line of demarcation drives me forward; and what I am now is both old and new in one. These days, I am scattered as soil; broken as weathered stone. I am searching…
I’m Really Not Twelve
I am a lover not a fighter I am one who cannot boast of fame I am a poet and a writer I am one who the world tried to tame I am not to be taken lightly Nor am I one to be…
Wear It
I am a rock, gently grounded Always there, a necessity I am fabricated elsewhere My birthplace, tattooed on me I am a sponge, soft and fibrous Absorbing your tears and sweat I am of colors, abound The rainbow lives in envy I am a glove,…