Hour 18: Zanze – Sit Still

Zanze – Sit Still   Just be still and listen to me You will thank me in the morning Keep trying and you will be free Now that day is slowly dawning.   Just sit still and listen and you will do just fine. A…

2:00 AM – Coils (Hour 18)

Coils (2:00 AM – Hour 18) ~ D², @d2poetry   My grey and black 4C’s intoxicate me spiralling tight and bouncy two strands grip at the ends nice and spicy well moisturized, they are juicy when suffering neglect an interesting tightly packed sponge waiting to…

Honeybees

(for hour 18—from the hour 11 image prompt)   Honeybees   Crafting questions to question my talent (or lack thereof) Vibrant colors could cover inadequacies in technique and mixing of medium   Buzzing bees bring a smile reminding me of dragonflies checking a child’s coloring…

Just Another Don Juan

It was my first Christmas in California. I had met him just a few months prior to that night. He seemed so sweet, and so quirky at the same time. And seeing someone else, of course. That’s always the way it is in my life….

86 the Bird

It really has become a chore. The shopping, the cooking, the baking, awkward moments, and obligatory snarky comments. Wouldn’t it just be nicer to avoid everyone and go away for Thanksgiving? YES! Imagine the ocean, a sparkling cerulean blue, crashing waves, salty air and a…

Free Verse – Holiday At Home

Prompt 18, Hour 18 Write a narrative poem set during a holiday. It could be a poem based on your own lived experience or it could be an imagined event. A narrative poem is a poem that tells a story, but the story does not…

Christmas with Men

Christmas sucks. I loved Christmas as a kid. I was conditioned to hate it.   Angry men. Possessive men.   Tantrums with blown out candles and spit on my car. Joy only with permission. I don’t want to remember the past.   Not at this…

2:00 am – Black Friday (Hour 18)

After the food is in the fridge And the football games played We lay early to bed to engage in the shopping games With list in our hands We drive to the store Waiting in the lines for the opening of the doors The magic…

Just Jump! (prompt 22, Hour 18)

Dear one with the silver hair, Your baby days are past, and all your children gone. But you are not a shriveled husk, some dried nut whose life is done. You wear white hair like a badge of glory. Bravo! Only those who burned in…