Concealed mysteries yet blatantly disclosed Entities— among us— in skins, disguised Yet holding sight, essence— itself composed Of things— we here, at best—only theorize! Perception is vital— from whose eyes, we see As our decisions are formed by what we perceive Transformed into our…
Category: Poetry Prompts
Mississippi River
Houses make me nervous They can burn down Buildings with floors Have the possibility of collapse Bridges are unreliable London Bridge fell after all But the Mississippi River Is the one constant of my life Sitting on its banks I feel at peace When leaving,…
Homeward Bound – Hour Twenty-Four
As I cross the bridge over the river, I know I’m almost home The changing leaves, their colors bright as if to welcome me back The two lane roads, the Amish buggies, the fields that span for miles The air so crisp and clean, I’m…
2 am Walk
I hear my boots Scraping on the pavement On an empty street At 2 am I see ribbons of light Swirling around me Ghosts of the cars That went by I feel prickles On the back of my neck Caused by the person Following me…
Home #thepoetrymarathon #prompttwentyfour
The house is in need of paint, father, plaster peels off the walls. The verandah stares vacant and blank, no life within its halls. It’s just a house, I said to myself as I passed down that road, just a house, abandoned and dark that…
Night walking: Part 2 Flipside
Night Walking Part 2 (Flipside) In a rush I leave the house I don’t remember leaving Or why I was in a rush, I remember feeling too close, too trapped Needing to- the word is on the tip of my tongue I want to flee…
Shiver
I miss the way Your fingers feel on my skin How they slid over my back And down to my waist Ghosting over my shoulder And sliding down my thigh People don’t get to touch me like this Not often And the memory of it,…
Your Mother didn’t tell you
The beautiful side of the herders and their wives. She remembers to tell you they ruined a country because her heart still bleed for her lover and grief won’t depart from her until she invokes what was written by the prophets in a poem like…
Hour 23: Cheese
Hour 23: Cheese Underestimated though often grated. Cheese. Want no frills? Then simply grill. Cheese. Got a lot? Make some aligot! Cheese. Bake it with honey keep it nice and runny. Cheese. Want some for your tea? Why not try some gnocchi? Cheese. Shred it…
Listening – Hour Twenty-Three
Listening Just be still and listen and then tell me what you hear Is the quiet all but deafening? Does it make you shed a tear? Does the silence bring you anger, for you need chaos throughout Or does it bring you worry, filling up…