Hour Twenty-Three My brain is pudding a casserole of deliberation charbroiled musings a culinary art. A souffle of hapless meanderings sticking to the bottom of the deadpan stare of a sleep-deprived wordsmith. I take the spatula of resolve and chisel away at metaphors- with eyes…
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The Future
Hour Twenty-Two The future is written with invisible ink and solidified by the permanence of our choices and action.
(Hour 23) 20.30pm-21.30pm. TEXT PROMPT: a world that is not this one
this is not the prompt i was looking for almost every poem I’ve written over the past 22.5 hours has been in a world not this one as I continue to flesh out my Young Adult Novel in Verse manuscript Dropped the Sky — a…
Hour 23
twelve cherry plum trees sprouted from the mother roots my mouth salivates
Prompt Twenty-three – The Caveman Calls
Prompt Twenty-three – Text Prompt Write a poem about a world that is not this one. The Caveman Calls The cavemen had it good. They foraged for food, Collected their wood, and relied on their mood. They drew on their cave wall,…
Stolen Heart – Hour Twenty-Three
Stolen Heart I have stolen the heart there within you You were likely saving it for somebody better Forgive me, but I do not regret it It is something I hold very dear And I do not plan on returning
“Spacey Stanzas”
“Spacey Stanzas” I’m not of this place I haul from different times shifting, dimensional space where we all use rhymes in a word race In a world all our own we poets of the night sharing stories, secrets community through verse
(Hour 22) 19.30pm-20.30pm. BONUS: cheese
sour cheese “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” G.K. Chesterton Well might English writer, philosopher, critic & Father of Brown bemoan cheese’s woeful under-representation in the annals of poetics as he himself being a descendent of Clerihew Chesterton aka the 1st…
Prompt Twenty-two – Contrast
Prompt Twenty-Two – Visual Prompt – Silencio Contrast The Hush hits you when you walk in through the door after a month in India. Or Thailand. Or Spain. It cradles the racing, travel weary, jet lagged pain. You can hear the neighbour’s grass being cut….
The Philosophy Within a YouTube Feed
Hour Twenty-One (Digitally Found Poetry) One look and you’re mine a cluster of one building chemistry with dark intentions- lucid dreaming a spiritual spy watching to see if words alleviate the affliction. One must never give up and trust God’s timing- know one’s value and…