2122 (Hour Four) Is it true there once were elephants? And they roamed … just… freely? How could it be? Where could they fit? The book says they were huge – What could they possibly find to eat? Is it true there once was…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Poem 4 Hour 4 Someday
Modestly dressed, she only dreams of wearing less. Her husband works and controls the money. And she stays home and cooks and raises the children. Her days are the same. At dances, she looks at other women with longing. Her youngest son beams up at…
Hour 4: The Old Piano
The old, dusty piano Sits in the corner Tucked away amidst Spirits and vines Its keys are lackluster The sound off tune Yet it only needs A slight brush of fingers To hum back to life It’s resilient With age, it grew more so Refusing…
Burning Tree
The Tree of Life is ablaze tonight. A hot rage has been ignited Women’s rights are being stripped away by a system so wrong sighted In the name of God and “unborn children,” they are stripping women of their choices. but this is clearly a…
Melody of Inspiration #3
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…
City of Stars (Hour 3)
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…
Cello Duet Haiku (2022 Poem 3)
story of my life forlorn lovers sweetly sing bows and strings vibrate swaying at your touch lovers softly whispering cellos waltz in time love can conquer all if only i could find you partners lost in time (Prompt: Listen to this song, City of Stars…
after Bob Ross
after Bob Ross little Prussian blue sky striped with clouds descending a woods coming to life on the canvas reflected in the water, trees forest floor where the crawlers dwell there is serenity in the midnight black of the water and I wonder, when will…
Hour 3 – Beneath the Hangman’s Tree -Image Prompt
A man stood beneath the tree, Waiting it seemed, for me His gaze was soft as diamond His mood as light as iron He had been waiting for me But why beneath this tree? This tree was like most around it Red leaves and…
Catch and release
Star crossed and tangled in tango’s catch and release I choose to dance free