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Poetry Marathon Hour 9:
Alrighty – hour 9 with the prompt “hold this on your tongue” Poem 9: If you hold this on your tongue and let it dissolve like a fresh fallen snowflake two days before your birthday you will engrain this taste into your memory. …
Hour Nine – Definition Poem
The Dictionary.com word of the day for Saturday is paucity. Paucity When something is lacking or needing more when there is only a bit of any particular thing a deficit of dimes for the coin collector, a scarcity of snakes for the snake lover, a…
2021 Poetry Marathon, Hour 9
Using the text prompt to engage in some silliness for Hour 9. Don’t count your chickens before they hatch because to make an omelette, you’ve gotta break a few eggs and that’s only going to throw off your tally You’ve gotta walk and don’t look…
Demon Cat
She watched from the treeline in the heat of that summer evening, a strange ochre colored beast with cotton ears and short front legs – white, like she was wearing stockings. In my lethargy, I watched back as she crept closer, and wondered of my…
The Firefly And The Moth 1/2 marathon poem #9
The Firefly And The Moth 1/2 marathon poem #9 In the strange heat of an English summer Where the firefly hides within a bottle Safely glowing behind a glass bulb’s wall In these trying times he’s out of trouble In the strange heat of an…
2020 Poetry Marathon, Hour 9
The hour 9 prompt is to use at least five words out of a list of ten. I used seven.
The Pandemic Summer Vacation
The cottage hid behind the treeline. A firefly circled my bottle of Stella. It was good to breathe without the mask. It was good to escape the heat and strange faces of the desert city. The lethargy of summer in my knees, The…
Lincoln in the Bardo (Prompt 11 and 12, Hour 9)
He didn’t mean to die, and break his daddy’s heart, that poor little Willy, but he did. We almost lost our Mr. Lincoln to grief. Only the kind spirits saw the danger, knew what had to be done, and selflessly applied limited etheric skills to…
The mortgaged heart
1 Somehow I’ve never thought to say anything it’s hard to complain when the terms have never been disclosed and you don’t know who holds the note or when it’s supposed to come due I guess I’ve always figured the payments will eventually get to…