(for hour 23—a “hearing” prompt from hour 16…coz cheese is good, but I wasn’t feeling it) What Are the Chances? Amid a crowded amphitheater I become the only attendee The only fan For I close my eyes to the swell of the synthesizer…
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Hour 23: Sonnet – Sheogorath Lord of The Shivering Isles
Sonnet – Sheogorath Lord of The Shivering Isles When I think of cheese, I think of madness; his laughing eyes lead to his empty soul. All thanks to the mighty Sheogorath; to time, immortal, ever to be whole. The shivering Isles of Oblivion…
Hour 23 – Blessings from Grandma
Blessings for these things: the prayers you prayed for me, the Mad Magazines you bought us, the freedom to explore anywhere, the macaroni and cheese, please, that had a pound of cheese any kind a stick of butter 2 cups of bread crumbs 4 cups…
7:00 AM – A Whisper (Hour 23)
A Whisper (7:00 AM – Hour 23) ~ D², @d2poetry Hushed words spilling loud secrets alert those in close proximity to ear hustle ~ D², 06.27.21, 7:30 AM Copyright D Squared Poetry, 2021. © All Rights Reserved.
Midnight Troll
The missing glasses case, The misplaced key. The quarter just in hand, It disappeared at one, then two, then three. The new coffee cup sprung off the shelf and smashed, A birthday gift, suddenly found in a buried stash. The menacing troll,…
Sestina – Imaginary
Prompt 23, Hour 23 Home stretch now! Write a poem about an imaginary pet or person. The poem can be from your perspective, the perspective of a neutral third party, or from the perspective of the imaginary pet or person themselves. *** Sestina – Imaginary…
Return to the Veldt
Blinding sandy dunes A green rattlesnake hisses Aging lion yawns
A Red Racer Visit
I thought I might drop in for a bite. A frog or two have you here, my dear? SSSSurely, ssssomething to eat amid these rocks and boxessss! I taste it in the air, but where? May I play with your hair? Let’s just slither over…
7:00 am – The Night (Hour 23) – DONE
The night slipped away like a manipulative lover satisfied with its score no longer needing my conscious presence anymore
A Few Memories (prompt 29, Hour 23)
I Born in my parents’ hometown. April is the month of bluebonnets.Many pictures of Mom in bluebonnet fields, None of me. My Mamaw lived there, and she loved me. II We were poor. We moved a lot, but it wasn’t hard. We spent most weekends…