Simple is the REDACTED wrapped around me The breeze whispers in my REDACTED I REDACTED down into my lungs It spreads through my veins I carry REDACTED with each step into the new day It is my REDACTED my beloved my heart
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
(Hour 14) 11.30am-12.30pm. PROMPT: redact a poem
This was fun! Great fun!! REDACTED here’s what we know : there are ⬛️⬛️ types of ⬛️⬛️⬛️ : currently on this ⬛️⬛️⬛️ : there’s the ⬛️ : which we think are at least partially ⬛️⬛️⬛️ but mostly ⬛️⬛️⬛️ : then there’s the : ⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️⬛️ things…
4pm. Poem 14 What is Love? (Redacted)
4pm. Poem 14 What is Love? (Redacted) Love is a list (redacted). Love is my children and grandchildren, my Lucy Watusi Kitty, all the bills paid, and a little (redacted) over. Love is gratitude and (redacted) cross legged on my big, old, soft bed. Love…
Hour 14 image prompt – Loner
Sometimes I see a story In a single blade of grass Or reflection of a dusty glass Sometimes it’s just silence A vast and empty space And emptier glass-eyed face Sometimes I lose nothing to this And zone away for days And it matters not…
Meaning
I [redacted] tell you. What you [redacted] hear What you need [redacted] [Redacted} my dear I [redacted] tell you. Though [redacted] I fear The words [redacted]. Are just [redacted] my dear I [redacted] tell you. Hear [redacted] you must. They [redacted] say. [Redacted] words are…
Hour 14 Text prompt – [Redacted]
Status report nominal The ship sails the cosmos A winding river of stars And journey into new life Light, and adventure Galactic travel is possible thanks to [redacted] Perilous [redacted] approaching The future is [redacted] And only [redacted] remains [redacted] End of log Captain [Redacted]
Prompt 14 – Redaction, not reduction
Prompt Fourteen – Text Prompt Redacting is the act of censoring or obscuring part of a text. Sometimes it is done by the author themselves, and more often it is done by someone else. I want you to write a poem and then during or…
Daylight Prayer
Horizon of pink. Grey droplets kiss my cheek. I rise to meet the day. Sun blooms warm. I close my eyes and dwell on thoughts of you. Returning home, sun fades on the horizon— blue and deep. Thanks for another day.
Communication (Not at all)
Engifted with new technology, I wonder what’s left of our ideology, What remains from our imaginations, What hopes remains in our visions. When answers automatically pop-up without a question, Will these still be important? What are the mysteries remains? Is there humanity left…
Clause Zits (Hour 12)
Enclosed. Never me. I do not have a closet. I have a clause set. I set clauses because closets can be clogging-up our process. Or our progress can be compromised by counter claims and crosses. No need for closets, only secret Santa clauses, Be free…