I began my journey from galaxy Mildorn, Their purple beaches had been on my listĀ far too long, but I paid the price with boil-ridden skin for not carrying JellyProtect to fight its Neuar sun. I continued my journey, albeit tad painfully, Prodding along to the…
Category: Poetry Prompts
Aborted Holiday
Mother had promised I would spend the holiday breaks At my uncle’s place The holiday came but Mother lost her face While in the kitchen she had an accident That singular act sent everything backwards Had she not been hospitalised towards The resumption of school…
The Turning
Kiss-less at midnight but the bubbly flows freely. A night of reflection has got me in my feelings. I raise a toast to the past year and the gifts that it brought me. I’m even thankful for hardships and all that they taught me. I…
Zune (17th hour) Haiku & prompt
Musical player guaranteed ease of songs failed us miserably.
More than just a word (16th hour) Sijo poem & prompt
The warm embraces and secret whispers that surround the two become more than just happy fancies, when the tend to rendezvous. Promises of devotion and passion have proven true.
Easter 2020
With churches closed and no one to visit, We zoomed my entire family, many for the first time It was wonderful to see everyone. To connect. We also ate candy and cooked a ham.
El Grito de Lares (11th hour) -poetry prompt
Land of star shaped green treesĀ that speak of atrocities Mountain Terrains carved with sacred secret spots of our pain Forever hidden from our oppressors who murdered us for capital gain Tiny frogs sing songs of celestial nights While we gathered ourselves for a fitting fight…
Up-Cycle Pop!
Closet full of CDs broken jewelry pieces old clocks radios flip phones paint and glitter waiting to be reborn as the most fabulous wind-chimes and Tchotchkes Gift shopping dilemma solved If I could just find my glue gun
Forbidden (10th hour) prompt
He reached to touch her existence but could not further his cause. She was far beyond his reach in a place that was forbidden, in the stars that was never written. Across the sun and upon the moon Her shadow will forever be in tuned,…
Prompt 17 ~ Post #17 ~ Little Red Box
We’d stand in this red metal box to make a simple phone call. No matter the time or the season even freezing our all and all. And if our love did not answer we parted gloomy and blue. For all, we wanted to tell…