I feel so tired this Marathon, like butter spread to thin, I forgot this day was coming. I thought I’d planned ahead but I’m working despite myself. I’m making cookies for a party and also doing laundry. I did not sleep much yesterday, I will…
Tag: musing
Hour 2 Image Prompt – Art Installation
I went to the gallery for a change of pace Tired of mundanity I came to this vestigial place Left over from a time where all who came Came verklempt And all the same they changed within Thanks to a small notion Perhaps the issue…
Hour two text prompt -for I can do it all
Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. I am so excited Life is gonna go my way First week is done already Next week is on its way And I think people really like me And like what I…
Hour one, image prompt a Shakey start
I knew not where I traveled When I took upon the road The path was lit by moonlight Through clouds it barely showed And although I had forever Although I had the time I knew Charon asked a price Something not yet mine Ah I…
“I Remember…”
It was said the twenty four could be considered as a “chapbook” – which would make for a central themed group of posts. I’m still considering that… There ARE three poems here (left, center, and right) – unique, standalone, and yet – also just …one……
“An Hour and 20 Minutes…”
An hour and twenty minutes… sigh. I’ve an hour and twenty minutes til what? What will it all mean – then. The sun might shine or it could be rain, snow, sheet ice. The heat might kick on all by itself. A light bulb may…
Hour 20 – Hassle – Image Prompt
The photo is lovely, Pristine white sheets in a field of blooms Palms outstretched overhead But the hassle of the framing Puts me far from the mood To enjoy such a perfect photo framing Imagine if a bird flew over Or the ants in the…
Dear Future Self
The day looks bleak More bleak days to come. Dear me! How sad are times! Don’t let the bleak sadness Drag you under. Don’t flounder. Don’t be afraid to blunder Do not fear the thunder It is the lighting that kills and burns And turns…
Un-Define Loves
Un-Define Loves Light midst dark past hedges Call of the wind howling To create a lasting space Echoes in unimultiverses cascading To extract meaning to life coexistence To correlate as ripple of soul connection To deepen further in every possibility To dug out the core…
Graffiti
HOUR SIX An artist- a graffiti for appraisal a solicitous effort to mend a chaos White noise- a concoction of idiosyncrasies and vulnerabilities. How to break this inertia? Graffiti languishing in a loop- not a loop of Henle but maybe a loop of Karma? You…