African myths have many stories of birds loving rest time Loving the taste of worms and insects, and coming down for them. Eneke the bird has learnt to do the extraordinary “Eneke the bird says that since men have learned to shoot without missing, he…

I love the blog, www.iwrotethisforyou.me and it’s fancy randomizer feature over on the right hand side of the page. And so that is how I landed on the inspiration for this – poem 11 – because progress is indeed being made even if it does…

Hour eleven poem, based on the image prompt:

Went with the text prompt for Hour 11. Not my favorite, but this is what I got. In her pretend forest ranger fantasy she wore periwinkle gumboots and yellow ribbons Every afternoon she’d dance between the skyscraper trees and skip past squirrel-run storefronts on her…

so much depends upon the rock pile skyscraper against the periwinkle sky spread with streaks of sourdough cloud formations and a sunrise of good hope First line taken from William Carlos Williams ‘The Red Wheelbarrow’. Prompt – Use at least five of these words/phrases:  Forest…

Somewhere I’ve Never Been… 1/2 marathon poem #11 I’ve never been to the Moon But I’d like to I’ve never left the Earth But I would do If I could I’ve never seen an Earthrise But I’d like to Gaze upon the green and blue…

I’ve never been to Kansas Or been swept up in a wind. I’ve never seen Loch Murington Or had my collar pinned. But neither place is near to me And neither method known For taking my heart dear to me Or riding a cyclone.

The prompt for hour 11 is to write a poem about a place you’ve never been. I sort of did that. (Sort of.)

There’s A Place The land is green As far as one can see. High upon a hill He stands almost still. Behind the handsome loving one Lit by the shining sun … Is my castle true, Red brick and lavender blue. It’s a storybook home,…

The tropical heat percolated on the small of her back, It was the early 60s, in Trenchtown.   The flies bothered them only in the morning, In the night, they clung to the ceiling and watched them make love.   His dreadlocks the color of…