Living in the bayou ain’t easy I felt a thundering tremor The lightbulb suddenly blew out It was raining buckets I was thrown off balance Bangin’ my elbow Against the carport Living in the bayou ain’t easy ~Rebeli
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
Funeral Singers prompt hour 8
Funeral Singers hour 8 credit: Funeral Singers by Sylvan Esso all italic lines are credited to the song under starry skies I hold the fire in my hand and stretch to the sky all my friends are funeral singers the weight of love is a…
Hour Nine – Word Prompts [Half, 2023]
Pick 5 words & use them in a poem… I feel you; your cinnamon skin livened by a tremor under my jacket, As we huddle close to the bayou, My heart flutters, too – Stirring on the lightbulb; fresh tenderness – Admitting that I fell for you.
10 Word Soup
It’s hour nine and this prompt just sucks 5 words out of ten? But all ten words are made of meh So I guess I’ll go my way again I’ll ramble about nothing Until a poem just appears At least I’ll make the deadline Before…
Hour 7 – My girl
Nitanis Sadness swings back and forth You were my sunshine Grief swings back and forth You were my star Darkness swings back and forth You were my light My Girl you are missed and loved always
The Interview
He met my mind one day while perusing the dialogue of birds. A chirp here, a cricket there. Sometimes a growl. Yes, a growl from a grumpster. He almost broke us up! Yes, almost! The jerk! But we knew. How? I don’t know. We knew….
(Hour 08) 05.30-06.30am. AUDIO + VISUAL PROMPT: Sylvan Esso – Funeral Singers (feat. Collections of Colonies of Bees) + man by fire beneath stars
sparks thank god : for friends who : sing at funerals : keep lighthouses : collect bees : float beneath ceilings : remain fresh : despite being behind the times : embody goosebumps : ache for books : live in sylvan worlds : flash time…
Hour 8: Tracking Shadows
( from music prompt at YT: Max Richter “On the Nature of Daylight” https://youtu.be/rVN1B-tUpgs?si=xsBUL8uLRS2Yi8gR ) :Repeat: I watch the way light flows -over flagstones -over walls -over water Catches my attention at odd times And when it does I sit, remembering. And think, and…
Prison of words ( Hour 2)
Ive tried building poems like they were walls, that would withstand through the test of time. But all ive done was constructed walls, that have trapped me inside. Ive tried sewing and stitching words together that could shelter you from the wind, but all…
Hour 8 image prompt- Camping
The sky is dark Just like my heart When trapped within the city So sometimes we seek refuge Far from home Some by choice but it can be seen That not all are so lucky Unhoused this is their day to day So we take…