Hour Five (This one shows up on my profile before the end of the marathon but for some reason doesn’t show up on my activity feed. Is strange. Here is the screenshot of the original posting. Not sure what I fouled up on in posting…

Hour Five Memories tucked into my breast pocket left and close to my heart they flutter like eyelids just waking from slumber- fractured images play upon the screen of consciousness a remembrance and tribute to a life once lived the ancestors of self that passed…

Hour Twenty-Four (had to repost because I accidentally deleted the original that was posted at 8:44 am EST I had a horrible case of the dumb) It’s not so much about the carnal the jutting hips and softness of breast and the iron ripples of…

Prompt Twenty-four – Text Prompt – Write a poem about hope.   Because they Hope   Hope is the best there is. Was she not the last one out of Pandora’s box? There is always hope, even against hope. Till the end, till the very…

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…

Hour Twenty-Two The future is written with invisible ink and solidified by the permanence of our choices and action.

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 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

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…

Hour Twenty-one – Text Prompt Write a poem that starts and ends with the word running.   Captain Haddock Dunning   Running a tight ship like he was wont to do, Barking command till he was blusterly blue. Poor old Captain Haddock Dunning The men were…