Hour 1 9/2/2023 “Another Today…”   No alarm called – Just eyes now aware wandering, wandering yet another mornings path…   “T’is a chill morning – ” freshly-stale coffee in hand, in mind… “- to start this …day -” echoes float …somewhere within, somewhen within,…

The peace I feel and yearn to achieve compete for my concentrated focus   do I choose contentment or ambitious hope   white light over green heat   that tension is the anthesis of what I seek   ~ d², 09.02.23, 9:51 AM Copyright D…

Twenty-four in twenty-four Can we do it? Wait and see! Through the lyric diction door Go trekking each hour! Agree?   I tried to write a tanaga.

For my Hour 1 poem, I used both text and visual prompts. There you are in your final moment before you learned that you can’t trust shadows forever living until the screen goes dark 26 June 2021

“Not her, not her, not her… write about her later,” He says, “Not time, not time, not time…” Yet. Cosmic map of consciousness; man of men and women, you led me here, then say “stay silent”! I play along, laughing at your wisdom. “But, you…

Maggie 1/2 marathon poem #1 The Iron woman with an iron fist Cast her long shadow over Britain’s poor Maggie the destroyer of miner’s hopes Cast her long shadow over pit and moor The blue dragon with an icy soul Spits her bitter breathe over…

She read to our class about rape and race, More freckles than tears on her beautiful face. She smiled and said reach out anytime, A few months later, I did, when I felt my prime. The kindness was gone, the smile dead. Her rejection drilled…

Hour 1 prompt: Write a poem about a famous woman or an influential woman you know personally.

(2nd attempt at Half Marathon) It was Elton who said you were back, Not quite with the same polished, Eight letters that might confuse some Into thinking you had class. Bill S. came much closer, But Bill was always classy In that we think we…

Life is hard, the teacher said, wide eyes glistening with the effort of speech, Grasping each word Like pitons just out of reach As I listened to his final thoughts, sweeping images danced in my head a song of hope from the place of the…