Sometimes the unfortunates have the finest views, clouds rolling in a distant valley, a hawk swooping down on green meadow, the rich man gazing out on rooftops and opportunities. It isn’t nature who decides who lives in the wild, who lives in the penthouse. Chance…

Played sweetly, wrap tucked tight Noise dimmed But sound present Long gaze of mother’s eye. Short flash of a fire flicker Warming the room Breathing hot life. Same looks. Same wrap. Same soft sound from tiny body. Flickers from a screen Blue light flooding To…

Text Prompt Write a poem set a hundred years ago, or a hundred years from now. Image Prompt Photo by Xavier von Erlach on Unsplash

Repeated sonorities of my existence reassures me, my world is full of promise. The melody of inspiration comes with the rhythm of syncopated strokes of time. Frequencies moving through time are the notes, I hear to invoke my passion for life. The overtones of humanities…

The city stays beaming and breathing while others sleep it lights up on weekends the bubble spreads like a wildfire   alcohol exhumes wild personalities tucked in all week loud pass hands bodies seek warmth in others the city is alive in a high mood…

Hour Three – Not exactly a text prompt Listen to the following song before writing a poem, you can also play it again and write with it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5j1AwBaPtk   The Fiddler on the Street   He took his fiddle to the middle of the street The…

(note: This poem arose tangent to the picture prompt, which put me in mind of the Eugene Field poem, which you can read here: https://poets.org/poem/sugar-plum-tree) The Lollypop Sea – A golden shovel after the poem The Sugar-Plum Tree by Eugene Field When we started, it…

Hour 3 – The Smile   he stood listening to the beautiful music played by Cello’s in the Park With the crowd clapping and swaying in time, he smiled at the woman passing by.   smiling back, she extends her arm shy, he mouths “I’m…

Standing naked through out Capturing the winter gloom Enslaving the chilly winds Not tired of waiting for the brightest star Raising her brittle arms up in the sky As she silently suffered in pain A day came when she played with the breeze With the…

She dances for the moon A flowy dress Her body does caress The wind howls eerily This night a cool breeze blows Her feet kick up sand As she floats Through the air Like an acrobat To the rhythms of the drum On lookers feel…