“Behind him, across vast distances of space and time, from the place he had left, he thought he heard music too. But perhaps it was only an echo.” Lois Lowry The Giver What was that? Behind him, he heard a scrape. GO! Across vast distances…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
An Ode to New York
Ah, New York! I know that bridge. I know that rock where he first kissed me. Not really… I made that up. But, I know that bridge. And, I know that rock. I know that beautiful bustling place where the muses live. I know the…
#8- A Rowling Stone Gathers No Moss
Cupboards and spiders, Screaming and fighting, All of a sudden, I’m eleven, There’s magic. A big scary man and a secret train station, A red headed boy and a little know it all. Four houses to belong to, A talking hat that decides my way,…
A Night of Terror
Nighttime, when strange things happen The full moon shining brightly Gleaming on the surface of the river Tempted was I in this beautiful scenery So, I threw down my anchor from my heavy boat And laid down on the hard surface To gaze at the…
Map of the World
If guilt is a teacher I’m learning my lesson. My mistake has cost you your most precious blessing. I’ve injured my own self and damaged our friendship. There’s no coming back from such a horrible misstep. I know this transgression can’t be forgiven. There’s no…
Meet your Bosses First
Man decides to leave the world behind Take on a profession he has never tried before Whether or not he is running from something Is never actually discussed He becomes friends with his roommate And they sign on to the same workplace Without knowing their…
Rescued- Hour 8
Over by the rocks Hidden in a cave He spots a caravan Pulling three women Beaten and battered Hungry looking and distraught He longed to help them So he fired some shots Scaring their captors Freeing their souls He approached the trio And discovered they…
The Veil
I’ve seen this line before… this line I walk between worlds. Razor sharp, and yet I live as it splits me through. I AM light in the darkness. I am darkness in the light.
Hour 8 – Rising (Image prompt)
I don’t want to be here Everything’s too wide. I don’t want to stay here I hate how hot’s the ground. So I’ll go up higher Make the wide seem small. Rise above the widened And turn it into tall. Because I… Don’t have to…
Phileas and Phoebe – Hour Eight
On a summer evening, I gathered a raincoat and jars in which to catch frogs Steam from my breath, out in the humid air, helped me to uncover a great mystery As I breathed, I noticed moisture accumulating on a foreign object in the dirt…