ABILITY I thought I could become a Mathematician Till I came across Differentiability I thought I could become a Chemist Till I came across Malleability I thought I could become a cook Till I came across palatability I thought I could be a gymnast…
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One Look
One look And my guard falls to hell Every ounce of survival instinct falters And my heart melts to mush Memories flash in my minds eye Scorching and heady Arms and legs tangled in sweat Cheats heaving Lips smashing into each other With fervor One…
Horseshoe Lake (Prompt 7)
Red-and-white bobber, awaiting a fish undulating with the most minute of waves unsyncopated rhythm, delicate gliding over water – visual mantra of my youth sitting on the end of grandparents’ dock red-and-white bobber, awaiting a fish patience a virtue strange to age nine unless passing…
Hour 7
who knew that weeding the garden could spark a neighbor to do the same my actions for the benefit of the herbs hers for the summer melons to empower a community of strangers who knew that weeding the garden could jump-start a nascent movement…
Hour 7 image prompt –
A swing in yellow A field behind Always reminds me of summers past And how the winter comes on so fast The warm summer sun replaced by Brisk autumn breezes Soon replaced by frozen winter rain
Hour 7 text prompt – the dreaded form Viator
The ghost is here Sitting on the sill Looking over at me As I clean the room My housemates don’t see The ghost is here They do not believe As I get that room clean I try to explain but, I look so…
Aviator
Reach for the skies Climb higher, higher Powering into the blue Shake the earth as you Reach for the skies Achieving lift-off Aiming for the moon Begins with flying. Reach for the skies!
When I write #viator #2023poetrymarathon #prompthour7
Often when I write I do not write. Nor do I speak or voice my thoughts. I do. That’s who I am. In the face Of all I hold true. I do. So when the hurt hurts my heart Often when I write I…