Sunshine on the hanging baskets Greet the flowers there The trees stand still Silhouettes on baby morning blues Bushes and an apple tree Awaken the birds in the yard.

the sainted candles keep guard on my windowsill beyond that, is Maggie street each house a different color of the rainbow no gingerbread houses here the birds insist upon singing the day into beginning I can hear them now even as I feel my body…

Hooray! You are almost there! This is the last prompt! Write a poem about the view out your window right now, this view can be real or imagined, so if you don’t have a window, you can imagine that too.    

Six weeks, they tell me, is just long enough to build a habit; I listen and I act impressed. The inference here, of course, is that I will soon forget the old while at the same time I create the new. But what if these…

Everything I know of me I know because of you.  Without your love, my existence wouldn’t have a clue.  My literal identity is bridged inside your smile.  My heart reaches through eternity, connecting through the miles. Thank you for being the one to teach me…

I dreamed of time spent with you Nestled to my chest Soft and new I ache with longing to see you Hold you again In my arms I give thanks to pictures To help pass the time until I see you again    

this sweatshirt smelled like campfire even though there’s no tent nearby I it wore to bed to remember our camping trip to the lake a weekend for two with morning coffee made over a campfire and evening stars for story telling, oh, I miss not…

Write a poem about someone or something you miss. The fact that you miss this person or thing can be mentioned in the poem or it can be left out.

Carmen waits for the guitarist to strum and pluck While the other dancers sit Clap Stomp in unison The singer wails *con tanto pasion Egging Carmen on To slam her feet on the platform As she raises her left hand in the air with her…

Rhonda, my love. This dress does you honor. Revealing your soft, alabaster skin The velvet is the perfect foil To you auburn hair. Rhonda, my dear It gives me great pleasure To take you to supper with me Afterwards as we stroll past the shops…