Standing at the edge of the cliff, there is not a single line in sight to say where the sky meets green earth. The yellow sun dazzles somewhere and I see the beautiful yellow roses wobble and dance to the beat of the wind. I…

I genuinely cannot believe we are already in hour 6 – it feels like I just woke up and also like I’m an 80 year old woman aching in her reading chair well after midnight. LOL! But that’s okay I’m here I’m ready! I’m stretching,…

I have a list of poems I wanted to try, so some of these are getting a workout for The Poetry Marathon. Here was a sweet poem from Buffy Silverman called “Rainbow-Colored Springtime.” She wrote this sweet rhythm with each line ending with time. There…

For Hour 6, I used both text and visual prompts. Wipe clean a spot on the foggy window to see what the morning has brought Ignore the treacly soundtrack leaking from the headphones of the person in the next seat I hear there’s a park…

What the nuggy!! Booming man Thundering jokes Endless tales of elk horns and hidden islands. Her quiet husband, His IPA, “gimme another bitch beer.” Too sweet for me, but funny. Three admirable marriages of adorable souls make six cherished new friends. Love is everywhere Like…

No where to go. No one to be. A leisurely morning with no one but me. The freedom and space for whatever I please. I might sit down at the piano and plunk on the keys. Or take a walk through the garden, spend some…

Started this one, then got distracted. Back in the nick of time! Hour 6 prompt: Write about your ideal day using only imagery and sensory details.

Friendship 1/2 marathon poem #6 Feeling friendship Sensing love Needing cuddles Having fun Feeding feelings Laughing joy Wanting friendship Here today. (C) Scott Coe 2020

Waking up under red curls, hot breath and thrown, tiny bodies.   Little rag dolls.   The fur of dogs rising and falling over my pillows.   Joshua Tree Breakfast Bliss coffee.   Chocolate for breakfast.   Bob Dylan.   Mountains, rivers, farms or beaches….

I pluck a wilderness To match the warm darkness. I snuggle into a ball, Feeling the cold begin to touch my head. I squint, There’s maybe a light, Maybe a light. Make me a light.