My pen is more than just a pen It bleeds words from the soul It’s connected to the universe In ways most will never know It holds a spark of the divine It’s more than just a muse At times the words it pours out…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
What is love? – Hour 10, Prompt 10
What is love? Just a little kiss even a small tryst a shy, crooked smile. Sometimes, oft what love is cannot be bought just given. A special treat clean house, and neat dinner and sweets amour under sheets. Even a spring walk…
Ode to the Air Conditioner – Hour Eleven
Ode to the Air Conditioner Oh! A/C how I praise thee! Through all these hot summer days I may sometimes hide beneath blankets But you’re here in my debt and my praise I would never make it without you With you, I’ve the strength to…
“The Hidden Path”
A story from old grandma as I reminisce, A hidden path across the lake drawn my eye, She said, beyond the bushes there you’ll see. An old forgotten mystery. A runaway princess was last seen. Hidden behind a magic spell. Never heard,…
1pm. Poem 11. At the Clinic School
1pm. Poem 11. At the Clinic School On any ordinary day on an ordinary street in our ordinary town third floor of a very ordinary, beige building… a child with no speech squeaks out, “Ooooo” for the first time, another chooses to pick up a…
The Tea Pot
I’ve never been much for tea parties much to the chagrin of friends. But one and only one time, a tea pot saved my skin. After a long and dreary winter, my depression was quite severe I was given a plain tea pot made of…
H11.P11
Oh there you are my precious dream Wrapped in sleep inside of me Curious and wildly free The maker of midnight tales Sweet and sassyand just a little craze I love the way your whispers stay A memory on my lips as night becomes day.
HOUR ELEVEN – Dawn’s Kiss
Inspired by music from prompt hour 8 HOUR ELEVEN – Dawn’s Kiss The first rays of dawn tip-toe across the dew-dropped grass and leap into my window, flit across the polished floor, slink over silken sheets, and kiss my face. I relish…
Poem 11, Purpose
I am a giant square eyeball. I show you what you want to see. Sometimes what you don’t. I see you. There are nights you stay up too late, the night owl in you never quite going away- other times you fall asleep in your…
H10.P10 what is love
Our love is silence on a noisy day My hand in yours as you walk away A kiss on the wind searching for a dream Being there when l need you