It’s small in comparison to this big place with its resident poltergeist. I’ve not for a moment felt at home here. But my little van is another story with its soft, comfortable bed in the back. Just one seat for the driver, and plenty of…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Homeward Bound – Hour Twenty-Four
As I cross the bridge over the river, I know I’m almost home The changing leaves, their colors bright as if to welcome me back The two lane roads, the Amish buggies, the fields that span for miles The air so crisp and clean, I’m…
2 am Walk
I hear my boots Scraping on the pavement On an empty street At 2 am I see ribbons of light Swirling around me Ghosts of the cars That went by I feel prickles On the back of my neck Caused by the person Following me…
How the Ferweard Fair Straits Formed Between The Southlands
I might be insane, but the place I feel most at home is a world I made up over a couple decades of creative writing. Hmmm… (for hour 24—prompt: the place I feel most at home; here’s a poem from the history of Onweald) …
Home #thepoetrymarathon #prompttwentyfour
The house is in need of paint, father, plaster peels off the walls. The verandah stares vacant and blank, no life within its halls. It’s just a house, I said to myself as I passed down that road, just a house, abandoned and dark that…
A Place I Call Home – hour 24
Writing poetry alone is a place I call home with springboard to bounce words on. – Sandra Johnson, 6/27/21 (Reverse Haiku – yeah, I did it!)
#24- (s)miles Away
Finally where I wanted to be, Miles away from the rest of the world, Always running, The race never really stops. But pause, it did, As if the earth was exhaling and letting go, Time come to a standstill, Much like the broken clock. As…
Here, now
I like who I am where I am how I am Comfortable in my own skin I used to take for granted Understanding that is not the norm for so many Not a brag or boast – just recognition that I get it Like Sammy…
24. Home (a senrua)
Home is my silence where these monsters can lie still feeling protected
Heaven
As it is said of a Man’s journey (that he is always on a pilgrimage); Wondering about the three basic things: food, clothing, and shelter. At the beginning of the journey, his determination is so strong That if his problems are high like Mount Everest…