Nearer #2023poetrymarathon #prompthour5

Deep in the night I heard it ring The doorbell, soft and quiet. A few nights later I heard it again Insistent, strident. The next time I went to the door Peeped through the eyehole At a dark empty landing. Yet again when I heard…

Hour 5 image prompt -moving day

  It’s early Too early And there’s still too much to do And there’s still so much I can’t get through But we’re on to new beginnings And soon to some place new Just need to pack one last thing Okay one or two… The…

The Crime Scene is an Empty Room

How did so much come to nothing Leaving just an empty space When everything was over And there were no truths left to face Just aching walls of silence With a window to the past Highlights where it all went wrong And where we tried…

A Mystery at Dusk-an Acrostic Poem

Guess who is at fault Under a microscope clues are examined In the sunken ground rests the ache of sadness Let the authorities reveal the truth To capture the shameful one as others halt in a hurry to heal You’re sure that soon it will…

Hour 5 text prompt – Whodunnit

They say the small town life is the quiet life And word travels fast when something happens out here But now that someone’s missing, someone’s murdered, and something’s been stolen Everyone is claiming an alibi or to be in the clear Now mister Buffet, eager…

Hour 5

I watch the sun’s slant in the gloaming hours energy soaks the wood planks on the floor long after the last box has been loaded but before the first memories folded us out the door  

token of home – hour five

final boxes are stacked in a van an almost empty home stands unaware that its inhabitants will leave tomorrow. on a clouded, gray morning gutters will fill with rain no one will notice when leaves fall and clog, and water leaks through the roof and…

A Sonnet for Two Souls

Oh the soft sounds of movement in the heart! They watch the ink stain a story of love A word written, an eternal I do Their tale, a turning page, a crafted kiss Oh the years, droplets of blessings and tears! Hands stay entwined in…

Threshold

It’s more than a day, it’s a lifetime. A commitment to have and to hold. More than a dream, this is real, babe. And it’s been said fortune favors the bold. More than a promise worth keeping, it’s deep trust that’s more precious than gold….

Empty

For fifteen years I did my best To honor all those vows We shared before Goddess and man But I had to get out He had a mistress those last few years And I could not compete When I tried to intervene He’d knock me…