See that cliff? It’s insurmountable But there’s a flag on it. Which means that’s not true. It’s my flag, this is my marathon But it’s your flag too. Because we did not climb alone We walked together, side by side And while some faltered and…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Hour 25 – Tradition (text)
Up rose the horizon As it always has Lightening the unearthed dawn Fifteen minutes back yonder Awakening the birds in droves First came the songlets Trilling sweetly announcing the sun Then came the minstrels Whose music was more practiced And third came the tone deaf…
Hour 24 – Part Two: The Only Time I’m Home is With Your Hands On My Hips, Descending
Part Two: The Only Time I’m Home is With Your Hands On My Hips, Descending I typically live at the centerfold of misery, some semblance of my mind stapling the pages of my body to the rest of these articles of dissociation. Yet, at…
Mississippi River
Houses make me nervous They can burn down Buildings with floors Have the possibility of collapse Bridges are unreliable London Bridge fell after all But the Mississippi River Is the one constant of my life Sitting on its banks I feel at peace When leaving,…
Hour 24 – Haiku (image prompt)
Twilight at new dawn Streaming rockets breaking free that’s 48 posts
Soles/Souls -Hour 24-text poetry prompt
Concealing storms underneath the feet, slippery with mustard seeds, walking on Edges crease, burning holes with use. There is a pontla* throbbing between the palms That can be carried everywhere, that burden of dreams that seep into A womb that speaks quietly to the feet,…
the world
what is home to the falcon the nest where it was raised or the vastness of the sky? what is home the snail the fern in which it leaves behind trails of glimmering mucus or the comfort of the house grown out of its…
Hour 24 – Home (text prompt)
I was asked What is home to me And I wanted to cry Because, you see, I feel I have no home I don’t feel welcome With friends or family I don’t know how come, But something feels empty There are moments of course Where…
I’m Home
The arms of nature is where I live A loving cocoon No ridicule No scorn Things the way they used to be The forests mist rise at first light A wolfs sweet song The bats swift flight Traversing the rapids Of the mighty…
Song of the introvert
When I feel my skin All firm and fresh Able to brave the sun and wind Is in my home. My home is my solitude. So it is any land Time or space. My home is on a crowded street As long as I drink…