Prompt 21/H17- Starting Point Picture

The rain hadn’t stopped in days Constant but light it dug into the psyche A consistent pitter-patter on every surface Some people got used to it… Not us.   Local radio and news stations had gone out Their signals drowned and downed by the rain The…

Barranca (2019 Poem 13)

Barranca Meandering through eucalyptus trees Underneath a waning moon Scent of wet earth rising up I fear the dawn may come too soon River waters full wth rainfall Fan out your lovely auburn hair We float here, naming constellations Breathing in warm scented air Stars…

He too

It’s a Brave new world for those with the guts to navigate it    

Nod

Gritty eyes and cotton mouth Ache when soft rain patterns Past the steel skin and windows, Bus coughing tired fumes to An equally worn sky. And we’re all nodding to the tune Of stop and go, stumble and yawn To a cool blue monochromatic theme….

All The Colors [Prompt 21]

It was me! All the colors … All the pain; All the blood, tears and laughter. The Artist saw me, through and through … Who was this man? or woman? The name on the art… only had initials. Was it that day? The day in…

Prompt 21, Hour 17

Coming to an end I’ve done all I could do Just a few more breaths Until I’m through However I will not be forgotten My life not in vain Because people remember me How and why I came Each petal that withers, and each seed…

Silent Night

It’s her! My splash of paint From billions of years ago. My vision of love, of light, of beauty. She appeared and I sighed, And the rest of you were borne of her. Again and again, she comes to life, Not in the usual way,…

Wishing and Hoping

Make a wish. Let it take seed. I hope it grows all that you need. I hope you find all you look for. I wish you love and so much more.

Hour 16: Maybe

Maybe I always thought we’d finish this road together But as the years turn More certainties become maybes Your ring is melting on the horizon A tear drop of molten gold   You say it’s time to part ways You grow apart like the branches…

Hour 16, Transition

As though the cells of my body have transitioned to another place, translated into a future me I do not yet recognize, my mind stumbles clumsily behind, aching to be reunited. I float within this space, gathering wool round the edges of my tiny universe,…