5am poem 3 Help Fire. Storm. Firestorm. Could we not have called Mayor Mike back to assist? Rumble smash smoke sting melting… melting… Lahainatown. We could not have called Mayor Mike back to assist. I wrote him several messages. Deleted them all before sending. Pilau…
Category: Poetry Prompt Responses
hour 2
20 Little Poetry Projects Prompt (abbreviated) the spray of ocean bites into my skin, sharp sting the sky is only blue if that’s what you decide andre was born in detroit, murdered there too ocean nestles against my shins like a familiar cat this is…
H3.P3
I am wilderness Full of earth and roots I taste the water around my ankles I drank the wind and floated a fluffy white cloud. Do you see yourself in my window, blue eyes Londan calling, sanzy , Sandra , loves the ocean, she breaths…
Dawning Wishes – Hour Three
Dawning Wishes The sunlight peeks through the clearing Of the trees that align with the road The morning ahead, at last, nearing With all of its greatness bestowed The hopes and the dreams of tomorrow Now present to start on their way For time is…
“Veer”
I’m a black limousine, A black cat on the window peaking. I am your shadow who stop you from following. I am a banter remarks you give up with. I am your ten year old pink shirt that no longer fits, I am your hated…
Ribbons in the Dark
It’s not a ladder! Why climb and jostle just to fall? Why pull the pant leg of the next above when no one is there? Competition – the myth outside the sphere of self – obscures one truth: Life is light!
32 Little Poetry Projects
Twenty little poetry projects Is the prompt for hour three With images and metaphors This prompt is not for me Twenty lines that contradict The lines that came before One with “slang you’ve never heard of” Another showing less is more I sat and stared…
Ten years ago, I could not read the words I now crumble
In ten years, these steps I fear will be paths I have walked. I have dreams and my fears triple every one of them but someday, probably in yen years, I’ll overcome them to create new ones In ten years, I would love a partner…
His Whisper
“This way, beautiful,” he whispered, not there. Hands imagined intertwined as pines mist our morning air. Glories still asleep lead a pleasant dream into cosmic light – a fire hiding beyond our sphere unseen. Kisses! Oh, kisses as we laugh and play in busy days…
hour two
T h e r e is no way. I can get back there. I …