New Territories

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.

Sonnet – Neverland

Prompt 11, Hour 11 Write a poem about or set in a place you have never been to. It could be a real concrete location, or something more metaphorical, imaginary or fictional – somewhere over the rainbow comes to mind. *** Sonnet – Neverland 2020©DSCoremans…

Prompt Eleven (11): The Castle [Hour 11]

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,…

Ode to Bob

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…

Letter to a Former Majorette (prompt 14, Hour 11)

Dear Younger Me, You knew on some level that life was magical. Mystical. Enchanting. Unbearably new. You were all full of possibilities and dreams, always too headstrong to follow on cue. That was always a part of your charm, that absolute certainty that all life…

Dear Anshu,

Dear Anshu, 2001, Life is a box full of Surprises Every moment is a Present You gotto open it with a Smile Embrace even the Fragile Walk another Mile Define your own Style And Never settle in being just Fine

Other Ground (7:00 PM) (Hour 11)

~ D², @d2poetry To date 176 US Mass Shootings Though the calendar has only progressed 153 days In danger of becoming Mute to the shock of the story Deaf to the cries of the injured Numb to the grief to the mourning Starting to look…