Digging Up Ghosts When I found the time capsule, I was surprised, to say the least. I opened it up, knowing that you were the only one who could have left it there. This house sure holds a lot of your secrets, even from beyond…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
The Bottle
It drifted endlessly listlessly Until a shore it found Within its dark and tainted glass A yellowed note safe and sound Upon an island I am lost these past many years I found this bottle with a missive I am here I am here Upon…
Are There Any Questions? – hour 4
Every day, I ask myself “Are there any questions?” way too many to mention but I will, with intention. Do I look fat? Should I eat that? What should I wear? Does it make me look thinner? Should I sleep early? Or stay…
Prompt 4
I had so many plans for the trip – castles, burial passageways, concerts, pubs, live music, the site of the 1916 Easter Rising. I wanted to walk back in history, see the life once lived by the grandfather I never knew. I wanted to see…
Smoke Reminds my Little Brother of our Old Home
(a poem ending with lines from “The Great Gatsby” by F. Scott Fitzgerald) How I managed the sight of smoke from my mother’s kitchen and not remember that I once lived in a home fire burns everything that has a body, I do not know….
The Day I Left the Cabin
“There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air. -The Awakening, Kate Chopin There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air. The birds, wilting from the record-breaking heat splashed in the baths,…
Prompt 4 – LM Montgomery quote
Oh! Canada… We used to sing with ramrod straight backs and serious brows of the glorious crown of her majesty while my friends disappeared in the night. “All for the glory of God and country…,” we were told. And yet… the Spirit…
Hour 4, Grazing
Grazing after Matt Rasmussen I know you didn’t choose this place to die / you chose another / but I still imagine the shoulder of your favorite chair / spattered with red. / I cannot help / each time I curl my neck onto the…
Hour 4…dark mountain
come join us we leave at dawn the day has been long and i am ready to rest the journey infinite then i open my eyes i feel history its fingers gently massaging my ego a heavy blanket to wrap a soul in the memoies…
Hour 4 – (image prompt)
I wanted to journey, across the hills and mountains, to lands untold, to futures gold, but the hills said no. I wanted to travel, across the craggy peaks and dipping valleys, back to the wind, at fortune’s whim, but the peaks said no. I wanted…