MATHEMATICS OF LIFE Add your smiles Subtract your sorrows Multiply your happiness Divide your chores Differentiate between Good and evil Integrate the goodness in all Time is precious Count your blessings Life is not a graphical function It’s a combination of rational , irrational and…
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
Always
Journeying together Bonding in new ways Caring about our lives Holding hands in times of need Always and forever
For the Children
Shared love and burdens are scattered embracing all who enter. Separate thoughts and cares change perspectives connect all who enter. Shared hopes and visions shape our future form all who enter. Separate ideals and values value-added dreams build our home.
Hour 4 – Haiku
Marriage Prompt I Chose You Today I Chose You Along The Way I Chose You Forever
Prompt for hour 4
4 On marriage tying myself into the future the taste of one mouth on mine its truths sometimes sometimes its own selfserving lies sweet sweet
Unfinished
The meandering rivulets forming the stream of my consciousness belies the constraints of time “Turn in your quiz!” The smooth feel of the purple printed paper scented with the toxins and addictive taste of the ditto copy machine, clicking each paper that steals my time….
Hour 3: Feathers 🪶
(Prompt response to Twenty Little Poetry Projects Prompt explanation of Twenty Little Poetry Projects rules at: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/the-poetry-marathon-prompts/prompt-for-hour-three-5) Hope is the thing with feathers She will not be able to speak, to see The time will come Merry will she not be What cannot be said…
Prompt for Hour Four
Text prompt: Nancy Anne Smith suggested this subject for a prompt we do every year. Your challenge is to write a poem about the topic of marriage, without ever using the word marriage, and while also ideally avoiding the words spouse, husband, and wife. Image…
Too Much of a Good Thing #3
The air clung to my skin, a wet washrag waiting to be wrung out. Grabbing a hand full, I squeezed until liquid filled my bucket, smelling sweetly of new mown hay. It ran down my arms and pooled around my feet. “Ern’s Better’n Nair’n, Kris”…
prompt 3: this burning mess
The 20 little poetry projects this burning mess breath is life small red berries see in the dark the white-hot light of these end-of-days summers filling my mouth with ash. now all I smell is burning when I worry about the future and I…