2022 prompt/hour 11: “In memory of Helen” I walk there, to see her – taking a folding chair I cannot go in – between covid and cancer treatment it isn’t safe I sit beneath her verandah – she on her own chair, well above…
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company
back in crowded rooms should feel uncomfortable but with the right people discomfort turns to friendship
Strange land it is where the Frownies roam Dead serious, deadpan! Humongous of girth, not a sliver of mirth All guests to their town they scan! Snicker Notsville, the town is named They forbid all merriment They stoop and walk with the weight of the…
Meliae
drops of iron soak into the earth giving you your first breath roots anchor you to your mother knotted wood encase your spirit from your limbs and head, flowers bloom bringing with them companions of bees and birds you will never know your father but…
2022 prompt/hour 10: “owl is stupid – about being smart …bc trauma-anxiety is real”
2022 prompt/hour 10: “owl is stupid – about being smart …bc trauma-anxiety is real” ~~~~ Position Vacant: Magister Library Owl Desirable characteristics *older owl *needs to be willing to dress the part when on duty *needs to be able to pull off wise-owl-owl voice…
Image Prompt- Poem 11 Roots
Image Poem -poem 11 Roots Roots can be the rooted in our behaviour Roots cannot but give its utmost flavour Roots develop into branches of aura Twisted and knotted but strong in odour Your roots can speak foundations of armour Your roots can identify and…
A meadow in Rocky Mountain National Park
“Over the place where Long’s Peak and its slightly less imposing companions stand in lofty isolation and invite the summer tourist to their cool retreats, the waves of an open sea once rolled and its tide as ebbed and flowed, unhindered by rock or shoal.”…
Turning (Hour #11)
If I was a god, you’d be an atheist, Because to you I never did exist. If I was the sun, you’d be the moon, Only coming out when I’ve gone. If I was a rainbow, you’d be colorblind, Unable to see my…
Not much left to Crow About
The crow hasn’t much to crow about His spirit bleached to a dull white All of Earth as he knew has changed Not much left of his fight His raucous songs were his pride His friends and he ruled in a mob He adapted well…
The Conqueror’s Chronicle (Hour 10)
He finally said let’s have a baby girl. I was unsure but willing. As my belly grew, I placed my hands there to feel your kicks. Our unspoken bond. I knew you were a girl before the ultrasound. I prayed often for God the creator…