Flat earth today the earth turns a corner parallel lines remain apart forever no matter how far we look far is redefined with smoke, fire and asphyxiating air the valleys have erased the trees and lakes and rivers we admired yesterday, the side of the…
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Hour 6: Scent of a Smile
People say smiles don’t have scents Nor styles Nor choice of textile And Yet And YET The smell The perfume Is what I recall first of the moment of that day of that man Breathing in beauty A riot of joy, of colour, of beauty…
The World Is Flat But Life A Wave Poem #6 by Ingrid Prompt #6
From the naked eye, I see the World as flat. Even when I hike to the edge of a cliff, there is another platform of rock below- a safety net- a line I do not cross! But, from this flat line where I stand…
Hour 6 The End
Write a poem about something ending. It could be a relationship, a stage in life, or the apocalypse. The details are up to you. And so this is how it ends The discomfort, the fake smiles, the awkward conversation Or lack of The words…
Cups
1 Cracks in the cup crawl through my brain setting off sparks electrical overloads I never can get this glued back together enough to stop the sparks 2 Cups hold all of the universe cradled galaxies moons in orbit bumping the rim stars spill…
Hour 6 – IM NOT AFRAID
Image Prompt GOING ON AN ADVENTURE Staring down the barrel Quietly Silently Holding my breath AIM SHOOT BUMBLE BEE FLYS AT ME AHHHHH RUN AWAY
Hour 6 text prompt – Over the edge, over again
I had a dream of A’Tuin The great turtle flying through space I peered over the edge and over again, The underside of the disc Expecting desolation A smooth platform to ease the labors Of four colossal elephants spinning Our great disc Instead it was…
“Photography”
Photography is a silent poetry, Words transceded to images, Where your eyes can see, And your heart can feel. Its an art mystery, Clutch strong in our memory, Proclaim its territory And knock us down to feel. It ain’t just a random imagery, Its…
8am. Poem 6. If Earth was Flat
8am. Poem 6. If Earth was Flat If Earth was flat I could peek over the edge like Lucy the Cat looking for a gecko or other crawly thing to pounce. I could finally confirm that Dark Matter lays in sheets one on top of…
prompt 6: edge of the world
edge of the world “here there be witches and dragons,” they said with their rotten-breathed words- rumpled, boney fingers digging into paper images too faded to read. I know their imagination is duller than their one good eye: they can’t see the possibility…