Gray (haiku) (from prompt 1, hour 1) snowfall heavy cloud slushes thickness polluted under heavy cloud
Category: Official Marathon Prompts
The Seashell – Hour One
I took my baby to the beach I walked her to the water A million seashells in our reach A day for Mom and daughter A moment that had harkened back To days spent in my youth My Dad and I had quite the knack…
Re-POST: Watery Dream (Prompt One 2022)
In the right place this time! I am out of practice of posting on wordpress. May have posted in wrong place. Watery Dream I dreamt of water . . . again. I dreamt of her . . . again. It was flowing over my feet….
What Do I Know
about water? I didn’t learn to float until I was fifty, in a water aerobics class, mostly older women. The young instructor called us his water buffalo and it got back to us. We adopted the name. Couldn’t swim, but that didn’t stop me from…
I wish it would rain
I wish it would rain The sun keeps beating down Heat rises from the earth Every step feels like wandering further into the witch’s oven I’ve been out in the heat long enough that I feel like I should be well baked now I wish…
Hour 1 – Embracing the Storm
Embracing the Storm In the distance, thunder rolls low and deep the warning sound of a lion Above the hills, lightning flashes like a caution signal an emergency vehicle’s garish beams Let the rain come! Let the water pour down Let the storm envelope us…
Faucet Locks in Protest (hour 1)
There lay open the slate clean as a whistle and straight ready to drink some unchained thoughts and untrained words why do these nagging dogs visit during my me time and must it be during my shower time? You would have thought it is…
Drizzles in the first hour
The palpable excitement Burst out In Light drizzles, Wetting the words As i Write them… Waiting for more. Smeetha, June 25, 2022, 7pm, India
Push
Flapping arms and buried feet Tide in Tidal recession. Are they going to chase it? Solar paneled hair All black and charged up Baked by the sun. They rush to meet the foam The cold laps at their faces this time. I try to pull…
In the water
Cool, crisp waves shock the inner rage. Suspended weight, I float and the chains disintegrate. Moving in directions that were before impossible. Under the surface no sounds can carry And burn my ears with unrest. Pursuers are slowed by my protection and blinded in the…