Love is not just sunny days. Sometimes it storms. Sometimes it rains. The best of loves weather the storms embrace the rain and keep us warm. But the forecast calls for sun.
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Spectral World
A world separate from worlds Where spectral bodies roam without limits They watch the good and bad Young and old Protecting and observing Maybe they love too We’ll never know For they live but are not part of life
Seven-something, I think
My brain is starting to hurt. My mind is weary. I’m not sure I’m doing this right. New stuff is scary. It’s like standing naked in front of an audience and you’re all hairy- especially if you’re prone to like being a hair-free zone. It…
Prompt 10/H8-Form (Sevenling)
We had 3 things in common, Same shoes, same hair, even the same birthday. We were strangers: Different parents, Different friends, And different countries altogether. Yet somehow I’m on trial for a crime she committed
Keep Out
The keyhole to her heart Was covered with Heavy chains And padlocks Anyone else Would have heeded this Unwritten Keep Out sign But he didn’t
Ideal Reader
My ideal reader must like Tamora Pierce, Terry Pratchett, And Josephine Tey Though I don’t write magic, Or comedy, or mystery; yet These are my best fit. I think my audience will be small. Form and prompt: Write a sevenling.
Sandwiches Enough at Last
She, alone, was ready for the apocalypse. She was well equipped with weapons. She was designed for survival. She had no family ties No one to slow her pace down. She had everything she needed for years But the raspberry, orange jam for her PB&J…
Hour 8, Prompt 10 – Sevenling: Dad
He asked for three things: A bottle of Coke, a package of cheese and peanut butter crackers and a ham sandwich He hated dialysis and diabetes and kidney failure He never wanted these things… all at once In memory of Al Eisnaugle (12/20/1946-6/22/2008, 11…
Poem 8
She was my closest friend, My dearest companion, My strongest support. She was my fiercest competitor, My most frequent confrontation, My harshest critique. My sister, my friend -h.e.m.
The Sound of Silence (Hour 7)
I hear the melodic notes and can’t help but cringe. I can’t explain why. When I hear the artsy, folksy tunes of today and yesterday, I roll my eyes. When I hear the upbeat, funky pop music of today and yesterday, I shut it off….