Epistolary – The Beautiful Warrior

Hour 4, Prompt 4 Write an epistolary poem that is a letter from you to someone who has passed and/or someone you have not seen in a long time. *** Epistolary – The Beautiful Warrior 2020©DSCoremans I miss you; but of course that goes without…

2020 Prompt One (1): Mom

Mom Has Gone She left some time ago… Where she went, I don’t know. Her body remains, Her voice she retains… Yet, her memories are gone, And sadly, so his her song. Mom was a singer extraordinaire, The loss of her breast, …just one; It…

Dear PaPa (An Epistolary Poem, Hour 18)

Dear PaPa   Dear PaPa,   I’m sure you didn’t mean it, but you scarred me for life. When we were little children, we’d climb in the pickup with Daddy and drive to your house. You kept the pantry full of Little Debbie snacks, and…

How Could I Forget June the 9th (A Nonet…. Hour One)

 June the 9th (How Could I Forget?) I finally filled the calendars Birthdays and anniversaries Occasions to celebrate Flipping through the pages It occurred to me What I missed Most was YOU             ***True story: when I finally sat down…

Of Innocence and Consequences (prompt 23)

Probably I could have done something differently. Can’t we always find a way to blame ourselves? It’s hard to reconcile when one person is finished but one is still bound in place by the memories. They were good memories. Full of life and joy. Perhaps…

Sleeping Angel

Goodnight my darling angel, sleep tight until morning comes.   Dance with stars, on a rocketship, ride a moonbeam, slumber, snooze, doze.   I know, he’s not really sleeping, but to face reality is beyond my capability.   For now, let me keep my dillusion,…

Unexpected Loss (another prompt 17)

I wanted to try a Golden Shovel poem from an earlier prompt tonight. I happened to do this one, also on loss. From W.B. Yeats – When You Are Old “But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you”     The weather was always…

Solana’s Secret (prompt 17)

Solana sat at the kitchen table, tapping her saucer with a spoon. She could barely see it anymore, but she remembered The yellow roses from years of use, and the cup in her hand Was familiar and comforting.   Her son thought she was vain…

Out Yonder (Hour 5)

OUT YONDER Hours, days, years, move too quickly, as I endlessly try to befriend the hands of time. Beseeching it, bargaining, pleading, placating, but to no avail. Time is not a mortal’s friend. We are bound by it, bound to it – an infinite construct…

Home/less

Roaming Round and round Confounded by The fruition of good things That comes to those who wait patiently, But he waited and waited more, As he explored And slept on floors Never to find The hidden warmth inside Of a family or a home So…