I woke in the night at 2 a.m. and it’s hot from a wave of heat that makes it hard to sleep so I sip on a glass of wine while listening to my heart beating to the rhythm of music thinking of Blue and…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Hour 9 – Benefit of the Doubt (A Golden Shovel)
Benefit of the Doubt (A Golden Shovel) I wonder if you’d change if you had the chance, but I suppose I’ll ponder that forever. For I have no more hope to give that you will find the words to say I’m sorry, that you…
9. Assume to Presume and Suppose it to Be So… a little silly wordplay
It is clechically common to say “When you assume, you make an ass out of you and me” But, if this were true wouldn’t the word then be spelled “assoutofyouandme” ? And isn’t it pretty presumptuous to assume that the spelling wouldn’t change? And if…
Hour 9 – The Mermaid Walks (text prompt)
I never loved him Just the idea of being him Or like him With his legs Those legs that could Do anything. The rumors got it twisted, dunno why the witch thought That I was in love with a stranger Or that three days was enough…
Pain Not Passing
(for hour 9—this too shall pass prompt—from Onweald) Pain Not Passing (by the character Nigel Taiman) Amanda How can one body endure sorrow such as this Not even when lashed by The Dragon’s claws did I know such pain You were the one…
The early bird eats the worm #thepoetrymarathon #prompthournine
If I look hard enough I see you striding along the path your denim shorts and white shirt striking among a sea of walkers. As your pace quickens, I fall behind till you come back around. I toy with a stone watch the crows flapping about. The…
Prompt 9, Hour 9: Relief
Hard times were upon us all in 2020. A pandemic hit. Many lost jobs and loved ones. It was an apocalypse that will never be forgotten. The world was in crisis, some still are 15 months later. People are asking for continued help from the…
2021: Hour 9 – image prompt
Emotions swirl, as my thoughts curl, around the truth of you. The night is long, as my heart’s song, beckons across this view. I wish we were building fortresses anew, and finding solace and reverie in two — Instead, I float alone; lost in…
Hour Nine
Haiku “speak of the devil” I say as you pop into my very being
Wonderland of Graves – hour 8
Everything in Wonderland Is destined to repeat A spinning wheel of madness That will drown you in defeat Alice knew the atmosphere Was poisonous, at best She’d seen it enough times to know The wicked never rest And when the war was over She knew…