2023 Poem Four

I Once Again Write About The Sky I haven’t seen the stars in almost four months. At least not ones that are actually in the sky above me in that moment. Instead of I see miles of orange stretching across the horizon. Not that delicious…

Poetry Marathon Hour 4:

Whoot, making progress, doing all the things, I am so very excited to see what I come up with this hour and what you folks do too! My prompt this time around is “Where do the stars go?” and it is from a pre-made prompt…

Tucked

Played sweetly, wrap tucked tight Noise dimmed But sound present Long gaze of mother’s eye. Short flash of a fire flicker Warming the room Breathing hot life. Same looks. Same wrap. Same soft sound from tiny body. Flickers from a screen Blue light flooding To…