WORDS OF LIFE Sunflower, Sunflower in the yard; Why is poetry so friggin’ hard. Your beauty is inspiring . . . My thoughts perspiring . . . The sun itself has me charred! Knitting is not something I do… It’s a gift given…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Hour #5 / Ba da-da dah dah dah dah . . . . .
Got my hardback novel ‘neath this old oak tree. A sunflower springs up behind me, feeling groovy. So I sing to myself over and over. Groovy, recapturing youth. Groovy, slowing down in the midst of great change. Groovy, delighting in the life we’ve been knitting…
The Prince Never Arrived
Dead vines encircled the tower Once green, budding flowers, and thick thorns Now withered, dry, and brittle Half the bricks from the structure have fallen Black vegetation still clinging Above all, the princess still sleeps Once dressed in a pure white gown Now caked in…
Impromptu Haiku
Knitting needles lock Oak satchel sunflower hair Space and time called kin
Hour five
grandma in her rocking chair knitting sunflowers the color of cheddar cheese knitting sunflowers because that’s what she knew best to work on her knitting loom from where i lay on the rug the pattern seemed dark, distant space but when i squinted an oak…
Hour 5: glowing iridescent
torn pages from a Christie mystery scattered on a hardback chair, cracked wine glass dripping blood red drops of wine on the oak floor, she left in haste running away from the scene of crime. the space where her happiness wilted and almost died. now…
Poem 5. From Words…
From her small, oak sided trailer, pavement space 27, she sells hardbacks and sunflowers, wild seeds in the off season. She rises from behind her knitting, hangs in on a nail to her right to show this thing or that. Her cheddar cheese smile and…
Hour 5: For Hope
When vines took over Everything stopped Moving, breathing, existing Only the strangling pain The suffocation lingered in the air Darkness descended On eyes, soul, life Without a shred of light And no struggle whatsoever Could unbind, unravel The vines encircling the heart In a vice…
Prompt 5 – Binding Times
They nailed the law of the land to their withered oaks Toasted with wine glasses, shattered in celebration upon the pavement of promise Red wine/ red blood Spilling/mingling While the old ones continued knitting the fabric of forgotten ways to bind and heal our broken…
2022, Hour 5 prompt
Prompt: a poem with chosen key words. Cheddar cheese, You and me, With the wine glass under our oak tree… A secret little hardback hides a gift for thee — One sunflower; Bright with glee.