Children laugh and play Each donning a brightly colored raincoat Steam rising from cement As they stomp and splash In puddles left over From the warm summer rain They ask for jars To collect fireflies as evening falls
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
No New Home
The sounds just around the corner was a mystery The children listened for nights but still couldn’t solve it They tipped out one evening to see what they could find And just beside the neighborhood pond was a cute surprise The sounds were from a…
sugar mill
we went to the sugar mill with cameras instead of raincoats to take pictures of the evening storm a rare occurrence in Colorado harvest season; trusting that the tomato and tomatillo plants she had untangled earlier in the day could fend for themselves while we played…
Counting Bases
There once was a rule of 10. It counted our numbers. It numbered our streets and ordered our money. We learned it again and again. But that changed last night during my quiet, sweet slumber. Now we go as far as 4–no more, my honey. 0, 1, 2, and 3….
Prompt for Hour Fourteen
Write a poem that contains at least five of the following ten words. Feel free to include all ten if you wish. Frogs Evening Tomatoes Jars Raincoat Steam Peculating Children Elbow Mystery
Magnetism
Unbeknownst to most, Save for only a few, The laws of science are put to a vote And the laws are then renewed Last time, Pluto’s fate was sealed The system now a skewed. This time, we have a new conflict Between gravity and magnetic…
Paradise Conversion
There once was a planet called earth Where humankind at one time was birth Then they eat of the wisdom That showed them the Kingdom And now everyone knows their own worth jj2017
slow down, mother earth, slow down
once upon a time in the land that we know the world slowed down its spinning instead of a day to completely revolve a month was needed to rotate from end to beginning the dark of the night now lasted two weeks without a new…
Another Flaming Day – Prompt 13
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QfbzUof-h64 Oh, we were bad boys. Look! Above us! George Spiggot’s waving from Olympia Spas, oblivious to Peter’s glowering, and the waves of heat unintentionally roast nestlings, fry bugs on the sidewalks before budding psychopaths with mirrors can do same for faint betties. What would…
Heart and Soul
She lived alone The loneliness stayed Surrounded by many everyday In a heart and soul made a California Girl Too country for this world Longing for the right love in the right place and time Inside lies the darkness of Life displayed The smile she…