a passage into new passages looking intensely for new understanding connecting to another frontier a passage of spirit in its renewal to life’s stories connecting to another frontier a passage of soul recharging like a battery connecting to another frontier passing…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Sam Vimes’ Kyrielle
With rolling gait to last throughout the day On cobblestones trod many times before The copper’s beat, that old familiar way On night patrol, in company with Law The titles to my name are so much sham For making idiots react with awe My mirror…
Fifth poem
I love the big man. He’s loving and kind. And when I say, “hold you,” I know that he’s mine. We like to blow bubbles And go out for walks. I’ll point out the airplanes Or pull off my socks. You’ll find us both covered,…
A High-School Junior’s Prescription for Pimples
A High-School Junior’s Prescription for Pimples Take one each night before bedtime: SAT score College application Grant application Loan application Acceptance letter Rejection letter Career Counselor Conference Decision: commuting or residing on campus Decision: community college or four-year university Choosing a major Finding a job…
Good Morning? Seriously?
Not a good morning was this one – Just to be honest. A late night at my treasure island of a job Had me staring through miles of brake lights In the soft moonlight of After hours freeway construction. And then… And then! After filling two…
hour 5 poem
surface wind over the lake no willows to bend over before my apprentice wizard craft… nature can also do magic at Hogwarts
#5
I wake up and go to check up on the older female, as I know all too well when she has to be up and walking towards the kitchen, then I can eat. It’s a thing, I don’t eat alone, even when the bowl is…
Man on the Street with a White-Tipped Cane
(an ovillejo) I cannot see these blues. Do you? The sky’s an empty sea. See me with all that I hold dear sitting here? A truth I must hold near: My light still shines, but you may be blind. Do you see me sitting here?
Hour Five
You look at me with your young eyes and you do not see me. You see a crippled old man hobbling over a walking frame legs bowed from Polio’s kiss spine curved from Gravity’s cruelty. You watch me manoeuvre that frame from road to path…
The Christ
I see a confused people In need of a love only I can give I know the heart is wicked Appearances mask the filthy puss filled wounds of sin I hear the sweet words spoken of a friend Who readily transformed into my enemy 30…