ROCK ME Recalling memories of summer Outdoors with You – beachwalk in the moonlight Constantly staring into your eyes Kind words falling out of your lips Me and You frozen in the moment Enchanted- our souls wishing for this moment to never fade away  

Prompt for Hour Five Text Prompt: Write a mystery poem. The crime could be real or imagined. The poem could be clue based or narrative. The details are up to you.   So Close   ‘Oi, Oi, what do we have here,’ Deep breathy voice…

A Crime of Passion (or Not) Shards of glass, strewn everywhere, scattered beneath the moonlit sky Brown footprints appear to dot the windowsill – a clear sign of forced entry perhaps Inside, chaos ensues Tossed memories, loose leaf dreams, lots of questions The glass appears…

Hour Three 1:23 Layers droop precariously from form like draperies obscuring the world from the frame I had held like photograph- with peeling laminate ironed over like wax paper leaves and never comes back. The covers fall from mattresses skirting the hardwood floors methylene chloride…

Belonging Searching forever for a home My soul belonging nowhere and everywhere All at the same time My life like a jigsaw Made of thousands of tiny moments Some fitting together, some twisted beyond what the eye can see My heart missing a beat Scared…

Text prompt: Nancy Anne Smith suggested this subject for a prompt we do every year. Your challenge is to write a poem about the topic of marriage, without ever using the word marriage, and while also ideally avoiding the words spouse, husband, and wife.  …

The End   How will you see my life at the end Will you see me as helpful and kind As one on whom you knew you’d depend Or someone erased from your mind Will you think of me and remember some purpose Some time…

Hour Two Rays of sunshine pierce through the fabric of hope like hot daggers searing cauterizing the wounds of winter’s blush melting the ventricles of a heart’s cold season when the chamber doors had closed like an iron fist. A heart that beats with filagree…

Prompt Two – Text Prompt: Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. (My poem is 45 years ago, not 10)   My 12-Year Self She jogs beside me, this child so sweet, I knew her well, a long time…

Hope Hope for the best in all situations If anyone has told me I would finish the 24 hour marathon I lost hope when I took a nap I came back on and could not find the publish button I did not give up but…