Coming in from the cold Hanging our jackets to dry Faces red as beets From the wind outside Warming with wine Mulled with cinnamon We split a bucket of popcorn In front of the fire We watch the elk through the trees Tremors of warmth…

It’s hour nine and this prompt just sucks 5 words out of ten? But all ten words are made of meh So I guess I’ll go my way again I’ll ramble about nothing Until a poem just appears At least I’ll make the deadline Before…

Nitanis Sadness swings back and forth You were my sunshine Grief swings back and forth You were my star Darkness swings back and forth You were my light My Girl you are missed and loved always

  Cinnamon sprinkled on my cheesy egg buckets was sure to start the day off right even if the elk were not feeding in the bayou yet and I had to wear my hunting jacket to eat cereal in the carport again

As the tremor in my foot started I remembered what Granny said about cinnamon. I reached into my jacket to see if I could find one Bumped my elbow into that marbled elk that  George was supposed to take to the carport.   When I’d…

Text Prompt: Below is a list of ten words. Please pick at least five of them to use in your poem. If you want to use all ten, please do so. beet jacket tremor bayou elbow lightbulb cinnamon bucket elk carport Image Prompt Photo by…

( from music prompt at YT: Max Richter “On the Nature of Daylight” https://youtu.be/rVN1B-tUpgs?si=xsBUL8uLRS2Yi8gR )   :Repeat: I watch the way light flows -over flagstones -over walls -over water Catches my attention at odd times And when it does I sit, remembering. And think, and…

Ive tried building poems like they were walls, that would withstand through the test of time. But all ive done was constructed walls, that have trapped me inside.   Ive tried sewing and stitching words together that could shelter you from the wind, but all…

Peeped over the edge ants streamed along the streets like giant robots Smoke covered the surface like a huge blanket Dots festooned with light shined like shooting stars Heads dashing in and out of the dots like monkeys   Neck craned; I pulled back Too…

Sitting wrapped up on the deck under a sky of stars. Northern lights pulsating green. Sun setting into the ocean, rising from the river. The solar eclipse made crescents on the car, the driveway, the street. A cold, red lunar eclipse. Full moon shinning through…