I feel like a wire, electric I feel like time itself is below, entire worlds just frozen, tiny A metal carapace is all that stops The world from meeting me too fast Thousands of feet up in the air hundreds of feet in little blue…

Every day, at the witching hour I do this chore expected not by anyone but me and my doctor if left uncorrected. I spend my last vestige of energy doing leg lifts. Up, down, in and out, In a loop, day in and out.. Leg…

Last one! The prompt for hour 12 is to (1) grab a book at random off the shelf; (2) read the first line of the book, and the last line; (3) pick one; and (4) use every single word in a poem. The book I…

They say roses have grace, Where roses bloom, The thorns come around too. Beauty is the rose, The queen of the garden, The gift from heaven, Then where do thorns come in? “What is beauty without pain?” wondered the actress, while polishing her nails again…

The prompt for hour 11 is to write a poem about a place you’ve never been. I sort of did that. (Sort of.)

Who am I? I am just a speckle of dust, Waiting for the wind to carry me back, Into the land of invisibility and ambiguity. Where no one knows me, Where I know no one, Where I wouldn’t have to fear anyone, Where I would…

In this busy world, Where everyone is rushing to meet deadlines, To make both the ends meet all the times, I wonder if anyone yearns for some solitude? I wonder, If just for a minute people stop, They don’t worry about the road jamming traffic,…

The prompt for hour 10 is to listen to the Cat Stevens song ‘Moonshadow’, then write a poem. Instead, I wrote my poem while I was listening, and finished when the song did.

For my Emily Grace   In the heat of summer, a strange tiding brewed. Past the cottage, near the treeline where I camped, I heard a ghastly noise. The noise reminded me of a cross between a cat fight that was going wrong and a…

The hour 9 prompt is to use at least five words out of a list of ten. I used seven.