(for hour 21—from the say “yes” prompt of hour 15) I should have said yes Anger I’d not seen that in my grandparents before Too young to understand toxins and kidney function It surprised me when Grandma snapped back at him Fussiness did…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
#21- An Ode on Reading
Taking me to different universes My own personal medium of transport Books whisk me a way leaving nothing behind Heart of mine racing I love them so with all of my heart and soul Reading always makes me feel like I am home Affiliated…
Ode to my father-in-law #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourtwentyone
Who came into my life even before I was married As I followed his Court for the sheer entertainment A man of temper, particular to a fault, no mumbling And bumbling in that Courtroom was allowed. He tried to take the place of my own…
Hour 21 – Ode to Caffeinated Moonlight
Ode to Caffeinated Moonlight Jittering hands and remarkably open eyes neverending night cursed inspiration flowing through my bitter veins to guide me forward
Ode to My Camera
My faithful friend My second set of eyes You serve as my memory A buffer when one is needed The historian of the family You keep and tell stories. I honor you. Stay close by You never know when I might need you.
self-portrait of a people-pleaser
to look at me is to look at a two-way mirror from the closed side see only your face looking slightly wrong but still yours while I stand on the other side frantically trying to maintain the illusion love yourself and you will love…
An Ode to Holy Writings
When a man wakes with the yearning of a lad for breast milk, he sucks whatever looks like a nipple. This is not me even though this poems says I’m hungry for holy writings, for solid food. Lead not to my abode, the clergy who…
Ode to Smith
You are the reason seasons of my life move sans treason. Had we not met; if you had not met me, and shared knowledge of God and the Bible, week-in, week-out for aeon, would make a different story. Wouldn’t have replicated the knowledge. Talk about…
Solitude – Hour Twenty One
All alone in the quiet, while others are sleeping I sit and I softly reflect My life is so blessed, my heart filled with such pride For these blessings I’ve so much respect I am living a life I never thought could be With a…
21. Ode to Butter… the worst Horatian ode ever written
Oh Butter, how I love you so though doctors say you have to go. I’ll cherish you always through the rest of my days Your sweetness warms my oatmeal bowl. Your creaminess does make me whole. Melt well on my toast, Dear, And on my…