Hour 20 – Outside

I wrote about walking during the day, as it now noon here. Outside It’s an oven outside The air mostly just hot, still, what you might expect at noon near the summer solstice on a desert island. Onions are frying in ghee for someone’s lunch,…

prompt #8: real

Real They all said they were real. I had – and have – no idea what that means. Is it hunger? Thirst? Feeling the wind catching in your throat? How do you know real when (if?) you find it? What do you do to attain…

Prompt #5, using the photo from prompt 4:

Les oiseaux étrangers    They say and who are they the wise who know so much about us? that where you live at eight years is always home. Maybe that is true for more than me: my home moored to an unfixed object floating through…

Bird Watching

(for hour 3—image prompt)   Bird Watching   She’s gone off the trails In her bright new dress Amid reeds and cattails In search of heron’s nest   Traversing crag and rock Merely watching us wave Frustrated shock Watching her scare birds away

Poetry Marathon Submission #7

Spring Kigo, Haiki Set Ann WJ White Nesting birds arrive. Singing bright lullabies near, Filling the green trees. Old frogs leap and call, Turning spring dances in air, Waiting for lovers. Spring’s optimism Decorates blooming plants and Leaf kaleidoscopes Storms lash out above, Elaborate referees…

Poem Marathon Submission #6

Lost and Redemption of a Life Ann WJ White Awakening the morning, waiting for it to rise, I follow a small tortiseshelled cat to her breakfast, carefully apportioned puree of chicken served on a glass dish, glistening. She is the reason for rising, for dancing,…

Hour One

Eden’s Labor   Glaring at the rusty clock, measuring minutes between her contractions with such a fragile hand she wrote them. Her pain would be no more.   Groping into the dark of night, beginning the thirtieth hour. no warrior could fathom such a strength…