Christmas smells like this sometimes in homes of wretched women, jealous of my mother. Those who would be “foul defacers of God’s handiwork.” Such “excellent grand tyrants of the earth! They reigned in galled eyes.” My “weeping soul.” They chase me to my grave. Yet…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Sevenling (Stone): Hour 8
There’s much that’s made of stone: bridges, tunnels and statues too. They’re harsh, unfeeling, strong. We humans are flesh and blood: passions, emotions and heart. I see why we don’t last long. So what is the point of my art?
Opposing Romance
He was fire and ash His touch burned like ice And his eyes were possessive I was water and rot My body was soft And I hated to be kept … we were perfect together
Branded clothes, Pretty shoes Bags and Jewels All this was not for her.. Deep down she wanted someone Who would Compliment her For who she was With or Without Them!
Adrift in Clear Waters (2019 Poem 4)
Adrift in clear blue waters, searching for a sandy shore Not knowing why, still we know there is more Boats of fibreglass, wood, even steel A journey where each stage must surely heal At times we may need to hold on to a lifeline While…
Sevenling (our planet)
Our planet is a miracle: dramatic waterfalls, soaring mountains, brilliantly colored birds. Our planet is in peril: whales and dolphins washing up on our shores, starving polar bears, the collapse of ecosystems. The time is now.
Prompt 10, Hour 8 Sevenling ?
The yard had an unmarked grave. sad flowers, pine trees lined up like soldiers, And the blue house with treasures. A ghost lingered. The sun set too soon, shadows convinced the children there were monsters And the blue house has no treasure map. Nobody came…
Sevenling (a summer evening) [8 – #sevenling]
A summer evening Caprese, wine, and the last of the sun With friends on the patio. A winter evening with Hot chocolate, a book, and a roaring fire Just me alone on the couch. I’ll take winter.
Sevenling
He was such a precocious child He was such a warm-hearted child He was such an affectionate child He has become so apathetic He has become so cold He has become so hard Yet I love him still and forever. (OK, this one tested my…
Hour Eight – Sevenling Form
Tree limbs falling Leaves flying Branches thrown about Saw is buzzing Deeply cutting Removing all the rot Wife watches husband work while sipping away on her wine gj