What should we do with the body After the vultures have gone Poked, prodded and abandoned Of all dignity shorn. The crematoriums are bursting The pyres have all been lit They fill the graves and rivers Hoping the gods do their bit (Where do the…
Category: Poetry Prompts
Teaching Babies (acrostic) – Hour 13, Prompt 13
The best time in my life Everyday, eight hours wide All my friends are tiny tots Children who thrive in this spot Happy, babbling, funny babies I sometimes think, a little crazy New eyes and ears, laughter, tears Good to cuddle, tickle ears Boys and…
Student or Teacher
People used to tell me to my face that I am a saint. In truth, I am a teacher. A teacher who learned early on to hide lavendar throughout the classroom to counteract farts and puberty sweat smells. Yes, a teacher who learned early on…
On this alter to say I do
My body walks up to yours, your sweet shiny smile welcoming me to our forever The priest coughs into the mic, we stop staring at each other to look at him. Oh lover, we are here and I cannot believe it. Before we stand here…
Prompt Thirteen – Aye, Write!
Prompt Thirteen – Text Prompt Describe your profession through a funny/humorous poem. Aye, Write! A Fighter? No no, a writer. I write. You what? I write, you know? Words? Pens? Paper? Well, I never. You write for a living? Not much of a…
He Rules the Pen
Hour 13 He Rules the Pen Is retirement a profession? When did becoming a permanent cat bed become a daily requirement? He rules the pen.
Hour 12 – In my closet
There are Skeletons in my closet Not the kind you may think There are Ghosts in my closet Not the kind that haunt your dreams There are Monsters in my closet Not the kind from your childhood They’re all waiting in my closet because ITS…
Prompt Twelve – The Stuff of her Life
Prompt for Hour Twelve – Text Prompt Closets are a big deal inside a house, but also metaphorically. One can be in the closet, or come out of it, for example, But they are also places of safety and joy for small children, or where…
Anywhere Outhouse (3 nonets) – Hour 11, Prompt 11
A ragged outhouse, deep in brambles If I enter, clothes be shambles its insides like fire, golden with tons of bright buttons one finger to push feel a great whoosh and a pop time stops door opens outside, new a Venice view not believing eyes…
The name of the Lord is a strong tower
The name of the Lord is a strong tower. The righteous run to it and are safe Running slows down my pace “Hallowed be thy name”, my heart calls out. I dance and shout in praise seeking the Lord’s face. In response, the heavens shower…