It’s hour nine and this prompt just sucks 5 words out of ten? But all ten words are made of meh So I guess I’ll go my way again I’ll ramble about nothing Until a poem just appears At least I’ll make the deadline Before…

  Cinnamon sprinkled on my cheesy egg buckets was sure to start the day off right even if the elk were not feeding in the bayou yet and I had to wear my hunting jacket to eat cereal in the carport again

a small herd of elk rummage through a pile of sugar beets. the buck stares out at the road, protecting his own from cars that swerve through unlit country roads a bright light shines in his eyes, and instinctively bugles. the herd runs off into…

The sky is dark Just like my heart When trapped within the city So sometimes we seek refuge Far from home Some by choice but it can be seen That not all are so lucky Unhoused this is their day to day So we take…

The preacher for the graveside service was provided by the funeral home called my father Jesse for the entire ceremony but his name was Jess Being laid to rest under a false name on a cold and rainy November morning is a sad way to…

Prompt 8 = Image   The African Sky   Lying flat on our backs under the Milky Way Half asleep, I hear you say, ‘Can anything be vaster than this sky?’ We looked up together, hands clasped tight. At the open, silken, endless, night Where…

The warmth of the fire, The glow of the flames. The crackle of the sticks, Like they’re calling my name. The stary night sky, So far above. Sets a nice mood, For an evening of love. I grab my favorite blanket, Lay it out on…

Milky ways of diamond dust Across a desert sky Flames that dance within the night And carry wishes high Upon the winds, up to the stars Where the gods can hear Smoke rings dancing in the dark Before they disappear Some say magick isn’t real…

Inspired by this song here People long for light in which they feel something warm To some that’s a bright smile in which they find charm To some it’s just the little things Longing and reminiscences Gentle touches in a soft cafe The peak of…

It’s 2 am and the street lights are not working again. Darkness sweeps the road outside The familiar looking strange. The curve of the bow, plucking music from my soul. An aged soul that wanders in and out of rooms Listening to the soft breaths,…