#7 Season
This season
like no other
Last season
like no other
Holidays barely celebrated
gatherings no happening
Travel limited
for fear of exposure
to unseen germs and microbes
causing illness and death
Prompt14 (2014 hour 14 )
Prompt for Hour Fourteen
Write a poem from the third person perspective about something that happened to you personally.
You see…
She tends to internalize every emotion.
Latches on, relates at a deeper level than you and me.
She is a highly sensitive soul.
You got to be gentle with her,
She breaks easily.
Her beautiful heart is an ocean of emotions.
She has compassion and empathy overflowing,
some may take advantage of that.
She is vulnerable but immensely strong.
She can read vibes and energy and words don’t fool her.
She hates small talk and will get straight to the matter of it.
The counselor explained-
Prompt 13 (2014 #prompt13)
Prompt for Hour Thirteen
Write a poem with no visual imagery in it whatsoever. Instead rely on your other 4 senses to pull the poem along.
Your body feels like an oil painting to touch.
You’re an art baby.
There are stories and secrets hidden in the crevasses of your imperfections.
When I kiss your lips your breath smells like freshly brewed coffee and sourdough.
Your voice is soothing and calming like a river.
I just want to dive in your essence.
Prompt #12 internal bleeding
When the one you love is hurting, you are hurting as well.
And want to take their pain away by any means necessary
only to realize that it’s their battle and their decision,
you can’t fight their battles for them.
You can only love them through it.
That’s what internal bleeding feels like.
I Survived!
24 hour later, plus…
I had an internet issue, and didn’t get all my poems posted on hour, but I did write them on the hour…
but this time I made it 24 in 24!
Prompt #11 (2014 Prompt)
Prompt for Hour Eleven
Half Marathoners are entering the end stretch and Marathoners are approaching the half way point. Hopefully everyone is doing well and writing a lot of poems.
The prompt for hour eleven is to write a poem about someone, but to break the poem up into ten short numbered parts. Not all the parts have to be explicitly about the person, some can describe there dress and behavior, others can make more obscure references to their style of speech. The details are entirely up to you.
Humble and hardworking
Terese -gentle soul.
Always greets others
with a warm smile.
She doesn’t have much.
She lives within her means.
She loves her tea with biscuits
and loves all things vintage.
She limps because of her bunions
you can tell they are a pain in the way she walks.
Terese- my friend and my neighbor
mother figure.
She doesn’t like shopping and
prefers wearing hand me downs which she still carries elegantly.
She speaks country Aussie
and devours books on British royals and novels.
Her garden always looks immaculate
something I envy about her.
Her walk is tired, her shoulders dropped.
Her hair is always unmade.
but she’s fit as a fiddle even for 76.
She calls me lovie and is so endearing.
She will send me a note in my mailbox to fix a date tea time.
Terese doesn’t own a mobile phone
nor does she have the internet.
She’s pretty old fashioned that way.
She keeps active and has a social circle
she loves her tennis and walks.
On Sundays she has all her sons over
she cooks up quite a storm to feed her 4 hungry boys.
8am – twenty-four – no title
as I sit to write
I wonder where
the words come from
do I get them from
my brain? or do I
pluck them from the air?
Prompt #10 – 2014 prompt hour 10
Prompt for Hour Ten
Write a poem focused on location. Instead of just focusing on describing that location (be it a house, a car, a lake, a mountain), try and frame it in terms of a story or an idea.
Against a landscape of snow covered mountains,
lost in the mist in the far distance.
Unforgiving Winter is here for while,
and has made it itself comfortable
by covering the pine trees in frost and snowfall.
Set against this wintry chill of a scenery
alight with warmth in the front porch
this cozy wood cottage was home to a family.
A pond close by
the beauty and the bleak
encapsulated the essence
of unforgiving beauty.
7am – twenty-three – Hummingbird
Hummingbird
as I gaze out the window pane
I see a tiny blur
zipping around the flowers
of a rose of sharon tree
the blur zips and zings
hovering here and there
as it drinks the nectar
from the hanging flowers
it hovers so briefly…
hummingbird
6am – twenty-two – no title
the sun creeps over the
horizon
softening the darkened
sky
offering its bright
light
bringing the day from
night