Listen for us in the wind and know that we are coming Armed with nothing left to loose we will not give quarter The time for violence is here let your heart be afraid at our coming Tomorrow I will wash my hands of you…

Untitled My favorite time to go to the ocean is December. No tourists clogging up the streets, RVs parked in the accessible parking spots. There is finally enough room to lay out a blanket for me and my thoughts. Spend the day under a grey…

It won’t be easy Never written poetic lines over a beat But this poetry marathon must be a success Nothing can beat me down What can’t kill my creativity Can only make my mind stronger I have to write this in two minutes I have…

Erstwhile Who was once most cherished in my heart I see you face each day, even though you struggle, still You persevere What drives you forward I watch you find motivation, in yourself, in others, as always You inspire Where did our paths diverge I…

I still remember that Father’s Day, 14 years ago. You wore that special ruffled purple dress I loved. You looked beautiful walking down those stairs. It made me smile. When I shook your hand, later that day, and told you that you’d been a good…

Hour six poem, off prompt:

It is hard to leave the room when you are the one who lit the match Because fulfillment only comes when you see the flames grasping for the ceiling This is the curse of fire Anytime I see a fire rage it still fills me…

Gandpa’s Satchel Resting in Grandpa’s faded hardback chair Sunflower swaying as a warm breeze Gently blows through your long greying hair Setting knitting down upon swollen knees I offer up a piece of cheddar cheese Trying to fill the silent space around my grief You…

She rook a somber stroll one day In hopes to clear her mind She came upon a rundown shack The bleakest you could find Its outer walls covered in vines ’twas dark and dusty too And peering through its window pane A storm began to…

Hour five poem, from the prompts: