Come to me is what they told me My crush my love my fate He wanted me Let us meet is what they told me My young heart floundered I went to him They told me to come He wanted me He sat holding reign…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Hour 13 – (image prompt)
Rainbow filling spaces and arcing Through the pregnant clouds above it Or is that just the slice of Sun upon silver blades Melting clouds and storms Indescriminate Yet starkly Contrast Grass
Once Upon A Knock
Once upon a knock that came to my door One that I answered before I could implore Who stood there in cloak with dagger But the one that we all dread that backstabber He promised me life, long with hope But he came tonight saying…
Fog
Let’s you and I take the golden gate, my love. Let’s leave our breath like wisdom on morning’s window.
My Swan Routine
Four birds of a feather Delicately dance together Now my morning routine To recall all those moves And still keep up the groove Gets harder with each passing year But try I must and not hesitate In order to keep myself in shape.
Hour 13 – Unlucky Duckling (text prompt)
Huddled together The cygnets dance Across the lake Careful, unaware, That they swim right in To the maw of death A cavern of teeth snap shut Leaving only feathers And a single duckling, Saved from the crocodilian reaper By cygnet’s disdain for his yellow feathers
Without a Backward Glance
Our appeal went on heeded Does it matter our sacrifices at his shrine? Does he not recall the number of times we visited him? Poured libation to his homage? Yet, he would not leave without mom Upon the buckets of river And baskets of…
To Nili #thepoetrymarathon #prompthourthirteen
Grace and poise and beauty in unison The dance of the cygnets on ice. I recall the Royal Albert Hall, where you took us. Almost the last time we met. When Death came calling you were sleeping Or I like to think of it that…
Back roads nonet
Road tripping through the rural Midwest multiple stops at towns, map dots places so obscure people living there don’t know where they happen to be Blissful in their remoteness and my envy. – Mark L. Lucker © 2021 http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd
Life
Active humans cannot empty globe’s content enough and how to empty life cannot be taught or schooled some lived it as a big bang and sudden exit for others silent control work quite better for others double trouble wouldn’t hear sound of trumpet herald their…