The gateway beckoned the traveler knew its story well, with promises of adventure, the Sun’s rays worked to close the sale On the other side, a deep warmth dwelt, offering whispers and caresses of forgotten hurts, no longer felt The traveler was wise…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Tell Us Something We Don’t Know
Tell Us Something We Don’t Know We need more money for education. We need less money for political campaigning. We need to think carefully about going to war. We need to think more carefully about keeping the peace. We need fewer forms of carbon-based energy…
What is needed! (hour 8 of half marathon)
We need shelter for the homeless. We need people to care for those who need protection. We need food to feed those without enough to eat. We need transportation for those without cars. We need health care for those who cannot pay. We need. We…
#8
They say we need to see each other for this to be real. I say we need to feel each other, and that’s not always physical. They say we need to speak the same language, and we don’t. I say we speak many, and it…
Johnathan’s Harmonica
Deep in the Woods of Vladimir it lies In wait ten thousand years amid the cries From up above where music had been lost. The wicked beast no seraphim can kill Had cast away the harp to make us still. We danced too much! The harp…
Inventory on an Empty Page, Written in Indigo Ink
We need a sign, a sage, some semblance of stage to soliloquy our last songs. We need a crowd, a cloud of witnesses to call us lost and find us home. We need a word to etch, to stretch us into more; a less -on…
Cadeux
They stand against the glass, eyes the color of cinnamon, curry, chocolate. Dusty, grimy, a decade’s hand-me-downs of bright pattern that cries of hungry mouths, of hungry bellies rotund not with satiety, mimic fecundicity. Tiny hands outstretched, eyes pleading, we need, we want, we desire. In…
Whitestone Lake- Poem #7 Using Prompt #7- Poetry Half Marathon
Stars twinkle shut. Red and pinks shoot across the darkened sky. Morning awakes. The baritone bellow of the bull frog breaks the morning silence. Gently waves roll onto shore. Morning awakes. A warm wind passes through the bull rushes and they shake a…
Do you Need Me?
We need to talk. We need to see. We need each other. We need a moment alone. We need to have faith. We need kindness. We need trust. We need love. We need the way we compliment each other. We need the feelings we share….
Post #6: He Calls Home
He Calls Home Those who are called home often see the familiar welcoming the sights @ Renee Avard-Furlow June 13 2015