TWENTY LITTLE POETRY PROJECTS – #3

1) Will the weeds rise up to glorious applause from the garden when we are all dead? My mother wants to know from her comfy chair by the window.   2)I swallowed the southern cross It was above the City Library   3)His beard is…

Hour Three

Image prompt   Mercury Rising   In that dustbowl summer we learned and relearned again the musculature of dream. Bright horizon, future a golden hum. Heat was a verb we exercised with no caution; hearts heedless to colder climates, shifts in wayward weather. Now a…

Poetry Marathon Hour 3:

Again I am using the “I am incomplete without you” prompt journal by Iain S. Thomas and this time I’m using page 63: A bird that can eat words lands on this page, what words does it eat? And What words doesn’t it eat? POEM…

Stillness

Heart clambers flights of steps Touring empty hallways Between each chamber in The enigmatic maze that is you. Within, I had once lost sense of direction, Curling around the flitting green foliage Only to happen upon another stalemate My stride to pursue trips On overturned…

Clear Skies

I walk, In my mind, past Limitations imposed By wearied limbs and brain-fog. Outside. Outside, The white clouds drift In sparse, scattered clusters Brilliant against the trees and Houses. Houses Stand dark, empty As owners head outdoors Bound for work or play, enjoying Sunshine Sunshine…

2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Three: Eternity now

I’m not sure how I feel about eternity now As an escape, it’s flawed because you can never come back As a feeling, it’s frustrating because sometimes you just want to get on with it And what sort of eternity are we talking about? Is…

Before the Darkness

The most luxurious candle Scented with red rose and neroli hinting of china musk and smoky cedar Soft and silken to the touch Swirling designs in sunset colors Sparkles of golden dust A single cotton wick Braided to burn and curl Begging for flame; ready…

Hour Three: The disposable nature of pop music

There is no profound in a three-minute pop song unless it is playing when everything goes wrong Nothing makes memories quite like emotion the music is but illustration it’s just that the words hit you in the same place as your feelings The catalogue may…