she was tiny when she came to Live with us perfectly dressed in her little black coat she never really acted her age instead of playing and frolicking as one did then she mostly kept to herself but for when accompanying our son on adventures…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Next Stop
This is my stop You missed it If I have to get off somewhere else I don’t know where I will be I know this stop My home and livelihood are right near there What do you mean, “I can’t turn around?” What will I…
Acres Of Green [Prompt 27-28]
They call this city, Dirty The shitty, Too busy, Crowded … Shrouded in media spin. Tourists expect rude, Crude … City of sin! We are not without guilt; No doubt … We were built, of cement! We never sleep, ours dreams … we will keep….
22 – in the cracks
deep in the concrete jungle, there is a small oasis hidden in the courtyard of aging hotel, a forgotten service entrance, cracked sidewalk, seeds blown caught in the crevice’s dust gathered by rain, layers roots growing down, limbs shooting up, a nest fertilizer, a leaky…
Cemented Jungles
Green yet obsolete Concrete fences stunt crops There will be no fruit
Greenspace
Glancing at the city, busyness awaits Reaching for some peacefulness, beyond the iron gates Everyone is rushing, no time to smell the flowers Entering a greenspace, where you can spend many hours Nothing but the fragrance of flowers in the air Singing very joyfully, the…
Prompt 27/H22-Nature in City
I don’t have any seeds I can’t Plant my yards Wines are close sorta
Hour 21: Butterfly Garden
Butterfly Garden The butterflies dance together Tied by invisible thread Wings spread in silent flutter Poppies wait for them to land Tied by invisible thread Alight, afloat in the garden Poppies wait for them to land Velvet or sage, nasturtium Alight, afloat in…
Tall Cats Are Terrible Hunters (2019 Poem 21)
We’ve been together For a while now It’s time we talked I’ve nursed you Back to health And bathed you Gave you cuddles Rubbed your tummy When you’re sad Lucky you’re adorable You’re absolutely helpless Frightened of a moth As for spiders? Don’t even get…
Erasure (2019 Poem 20)
Erasure of “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot Let us go then, you and I The evening is spread out against the sky To lead you to an overwhelming question Do I dare Disturb the universe I have measured out…