Dear Grandchildren: There is irony in that the last thing you will ever forget will be one of your firsts crush love kiss sex broken heart first to never be forgotten first to stick with you first to make you feel like that first to…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
(Hour 21) 18.30pm-19.30pm. PROMPT, genre: “letter / start with dear”
times like these dear M——— at times like these : my thoughts turn : once again would i have been happier : if i remained here : if i never met : never loved : never lost : you : if i stayed : where…
(Hour 20) 17.30pm-18.30pm. PROMPT, genre: “ekphrasis”
fable of a fairy tale One of Aesop’s foxes ; Ted, Goldilocks’ Papa Bear ; & Little Red stirring it through Soviet 60’s suburbia in the strident bright sunshine. Cinderella has run away to the city (again) & they want to bring her home (again)…
Letter Written From the Edge of Delirium
Dear 1986 Self, I was once told I had a bright future, But I never bought the shades or learned to read the map, so losing my way has been the least of my worries. Though your effort noble, the dissipation of faith in (of…
Closest beat #15
There’s a rhythm in my chest, beating out a tune, one of my best, it’s the closest beat to me, it keeps me alive, (even when I’ve never took it for a test drive). I was a born with a heart, not just to…
Screamed, dreamed?
Whispering in terror fearfulness apparent in wide, translucent eyes begging the silent to hear but she cannot scream she cannot hear there is only the nothing that comes when unanswered pleas become shouts of regret there is nothing to be done there is nothing to…
hour thirteen
the empty place in the armchair everytime I drink my coffee the missing minutes of our talk in the morning the silence in your room nobody turning on the laptop at midnight so many white nights after you are gone my face has gone pale…
A Note for the Road
Dear Loves, In the most critical year of your life, a few defining things will happen. Someone or something will be born and die. Yes, both will happen – a birth and a death. A great love will be lost and one will be…
‘Sincerity’
“Welcome home” they all said like it was good to be back like this place was really home if home is where the heart is I am currently homeless “Welcome home” they all said as if I had been off at war or in prison,…
Hour 21 – Prompt 21 – Letter Poem – “The connection”
Dear Corporation, The rains have outperformed themselves this year. They showered their blessings on us and the roads with their torrential downpour and incessant affection. As a consequence, they washed away the fragile tar on the roads, that you had carefully prepared just for this…