The way we move from body to body shifting the names from grief to grief has to weigh heavily on our souls ~ d², 09.02.23, 11:52 AM Copyright D Squared Poetry, 2023. © All Rights Reserved.
Tag: hour 3
Hour 3 – Beneath the Hangman’s Tree -Image Prompt
A man stood beneath the tree, Waiting it seemed, for me His gaze was soft as diamond His mood as light as iron He had been waiting for me But why beneath this tree? This tree was like most around it Red leaves and…
Hour Three – A Pantoum
These hours are flying by How can we get anything else done? Will I really stay up all night Writing poems each hour? How can we get anything else done? Cooking, eating, outings–they warned me Writing poems each hour Will more than fill my day!…
2021 Poetry Marathon, Hour 3
For Hour 3, I used both text and visual prompts. I’d recognize that bridge anywhere I don’t remember where it is but it’s the one they always show whenever they talk about that park I’d recognize that bridge anywhere I don’t remember where it is…
Buy-fly Die!
Buy-fly Die! Damselfly freely fornicating on the wind, Your act sustains your beauty for those who see. With us, the blind define life as evil – a veil for their own ills. There exists no pornographic rape in the world of wingéd creatures. Lay your…
Wild spring season
City girl moves to the country needing a different light time to reflect and grow sitting on the deck watching nature bloom in this wild spring season Nature seems happier less noise less pollution a majestic owl hoots in the palm tree as a busy…
Dieting
It may be wrong to love ones food to the point of needing new pants And I’m not alone in my indulgence as one can see in the various sizes of jeans Going out for a meal and weighing the cons wondering what will this…
What On Earth Is A Bop? 1/2 marathon poem #3
What On Earth Is A Bop 1/2 marathon poem #3 What on earth is a bop I don’t know what to write I wish these prompts would stop I think I’m writing shite What on earth is a bop I don’t know what to write…
Panic Bop
Eyes open Counting the hours Hot flash Mental whiplash Grating nerves My heart is going to pop. (When the kids go away, my mind begins to fray) Was it because their father left me? Or because he tried to die? Is it because…
2020 Poetry Marathon, Hour 3
Prompt 3: The Bop.