There’s A Gathering There must be a place; Above or not . . . Where they gather. The ones who left us. Some we say . . . “Too Soon”… And some we say, “had a long life.” Are they here? I’ve seen them…
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Prompt Eleven: That’s Funny
THAT’S FUNNY I am tickled pink; at the antics of you . . . Entertainment at it’s best . . . it shakes in my belly! I need this; for these blue days . . . Things are not . . . exactly at…
Prompt Ten: Animals Understand
ANIMALS UNDERSTAND I know I will never see . . . One as lovely as thee. With your wet nose and wagging tail, Your antics, in my laughter make me wail. You want to share my food . . . And I want…
Prompt Nine: Peanut Butter And Jelly
Peanut Butter and Jelly Only Daddy made it so good. Did he create this deliciousness? I know Mom bought the Wonder Bread, the Jif Smooth Peanut Butter and Jelly. Mom was not bad with the sandwich. But Daddy, his tasted creamier. No, Daddy…
Prompt Eight: What I Do Not Know
What I Do Not Know What I do not know, about her, her person. What I will never know, about this person. Certainly, I knew her a bit, briefly, a few moments. My take was not always positive, she was tough… In an…
Prompt Seven: Sorrows
Sorrows The leaves come tumbling down. Leaves come tumbling down. Come tumbling down. Tumbling down. Like my tears down my face. My tears down my face. Tears down my face. Down my face. My face. There are sorrows unknown. Are sorrows unknown….
Prompt Six: My Dearest Daughter
My Dearest Daughter, We are still here. You are still loved. We wish you only joy. We send you love . . . Prosperity. It will develop. It has. Believe in that. Grow. We love you. Mom and Dad.
Prompt Five: Words of Life
WORDS OF LIFE Sunflower, Sunflower in the yard; Why is poetry so friggin’ hard. Your beauty is inspiring . . . My thoughts perspiring . . . The sun itself has me charred! Knitting is not something I do… It’s a gift given…
Prompt Four: The Piano . . . Mann-e-quin
THE PIANO . . . MANN-E-QUIN He’s listening. Hands at his side. The piano plays – for him. Only him. It’s been over 100 years. He stays and listens. Through storms. And fine weather. Who knows him? Who will remember? He and…
Prompt Three: The City (NYC)
LOS ANGELES THOUGHTS Dirty big city . . . It shakes . . . Rattles . . . Lived there once . . . Make that twice . . . It has good points . . . When it’s not shaking . . . It’s…