People say smiles don’t have scents Nor styles Nor choice of textile And Yet And YET The smell The perfume Is what I recall first of the moment of that day of that man Breathing in beauty A riot of joy, of colour, of beauty…
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
Cups
1 Cracks in the cup crawl through my brain setting off sparks electrical overloads I never can get this glued back together enough to stop the sparks 2 Cups hold all of the universe cradled galaxies moons in orbit bumping the rim stars spill…
Hour 6 – IM NOT AFRAID
Image Prompt GOING ON AN ADVENTURE Staring down the barrel Quietly Silently Holding my breath AIM SHOOT BUMBLE BEE FLYS AT ME AHHHHH RUN AWAY
Photograph
I cannot focus I cannot zoom I cannot lift the lens to my eye I am committing to memory All that I take in Before it fades and changes again I cannot photograph a memory I cannot still a sound I cannot capture a scent…
“Photography”
Photography is a silent poetry, Words transceded to images, Where your eyes can see, And your heart can feel. Its an art mystery, Clutch strong in our memory, Proclaim its territory And knock us down to feel. It ain’t just a random imagery, Its…
8am. Poem 6. If Earth was Flat
8am. Poem 6. If Earth was Flat If Earth was flat I could peek over the edge like Lucy the Cat looking for a gecko or other crawly thing to pounce. I could finally confirm that Dark Matter lays in sheets one on top of…
prompt 6: edge of the world
edge of the world “here there be witches and dragons,” they said with their rotten-breathed words- rumpled, boney fingers digging into paper images too faded to read. I know their imagination is duller than their one good eye: they can’t see the possibility…
The Fringe before the Edge
If you’ve never been to the edge I highly recommend it Only as a place to visit though To live there would be detrimental to your mental health which is to say, your life in its entirety. Exclusive, stark and uninviting mind numbing trance inducing…
The Dark at the Edge of the World
There’s nothing there; just emptiness A void so deep and dark That you could fall forever And never make a mark No stars to twinkle merrily No moons to show the sun Just a darkness made of black With nowhere left to run This is…
Prompt for hour 6
MY MORNING WALK Cool breeze Flowers and leaves falling from the trees. The weather is perfect, I wear my designer shoes and track pants. Set out for my walk. I walk rhythmically to the sound of the cawing crows, Till the sound of a random…