Soft breeze Cooled water The sip of citrus A friend’s roaring laughter The click of the joystick beneath my thumb As the sunsets A game night
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Hour 6: “With You (2020)” – Prompted, H.J ©️
Hour 6: Inspired by the Prompt. ©️ H.J / 2020 – “With You”. With you, I am complete; A day with you, Soothes my heartbeat. With you, alone in retreat, Chaos is lost – Replaced with whispers so sweet. Here in the stillness, I find…
joy
hot coffee, sweet soft sheets, warm, his arms, a voice, kiss, coffee, paper rustling sun, rain drumming on tin silence
Hour 6: Timeless
Time is a master that never stops to rest, But days we hide from him are the best. Timeless Warmth Laughter Your hand in mine, our hearts best as one. Chasing no clock, the race? We’ve won. Timeless warmth Laughter We settle in for a…
Wooden Heart Haiku
Is this Tin Man’s heart? Carved from bleeding wood for chest Sad beats burden breast
Cherished? /hr5
Fleeting glimpses Inner minds staring eyes Now unsure with trepidation Who you thought you knew Where you thought you were Keeps hittin rewind Playin the before time “You are so cherished” Way before I even knew Where it was you really went ……… & with…
2020, poem 5, picture prompt
Sweet Spanish Chestnuts He kept them wrapped up in a handkerchief, as prized as a pocket watch against his breast. Seas swelled and wind whipped the Armada tossing it about until it became waterlogged, broken. Sunken off the Irish coast, the sailor’s body was washed…
For Pops
We share the same name and many of the same ways I see your features when I look at my face You were a proud dad but with demons Parted for portions of my childhood with you in prison Yet away or with me I…
Hour 5: The Loop
I haven’t been out of this valley in 16 days. There’s a loop that I walk, it whips away from the ocean. Two green thighs with one way in, one way out. You could die here. Do you want to die here? In this theatre…
Skay Hour 5
Muscles ripple through gleaming skin Beads form and sweat trickles Down a furrowed brow. Each move shows the ache In the overstretched sinew From the strain of the oar And the burden of your toils What keeps you going, sailor? What heartache pumps your blood?…