Dance of Two for 3 or More I want to write a world for you And you alone would hear it. A dance between two people as The world cannot come near it The ebb and flow of harmony The waltz of you and me…
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Prompt Three: The City (NYC)
LOS ANGELES THOUGHTS Dirty big city . . . It shakes . . . Rattles . . . Lived there once . . . Make that twice . . . It has good points . . . When it’s not shaking . . . It’s…
Hour 2 – Spider Plan – Image Prompt
Do you think I’m the kind of person Who has a plan and makes it happen? When weaving a spider’s web, do they think it out? Or do they just start walking, while leaking A fine gossamer line from end to end of a corner…
Hour 2 – Solstice – Text Prompt
Why do they care for summer? Cicadas sing to bats who shriek, Searching for their meal this evening And they’ll find just what they seek A meal’s a bounty in Summer’s set The sun’s not set and will rise early Though Night complains you’re tired…
Prompt Two: Robert Frost Speaks
ROBERT FROST SPEAKS Robert Frost speaks to me … Don’t you see? He talks of promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep. Where I cannot relate, At least, often in my fate; Is the woods in the snow, As I…
Hour 1 -Selkie’s Lament
Hour 1 Write a poem about being in water. It can be about swimming, the shower, a bath, the rain, etc. Blub… Blub… Bubble, Burst Rising to the surface With water all around It’s difficult, like fighting syrup To keep your head above ground The…
Hour 1- Sapling
The sapling in my head withers from heat and I radiate its fatal fever- the way bodies are so hot and then cold. Sometimes the mind’s heat versifies and at times it overwhelms one with a need to turn all things cold.
Text Prompt – Poem 1 Baptism
Baptism Submerged in a cave splashing Narrow tunnels splashes Warmly swaddling like a coat Drenched from the baptism Folding my arms under spraying Unable to swim undignifying My head under water damping Not sure what to do annoying Opened my eyes soaking The sky blue…
Poetry Marathon Prep Pt. 2:
This is me, seeing how many prompts I can write to in a single hour. Peace Pirate Poetry May 2022 Prompt Responses: Too Late: If you know you’re going to be late, too late for the showing, or so late that even the ice in…
Cloak—and—Dagger
Concealed mysteries yet blatantly disclosed Entities— among us— in skins, disguised Yet holding sight, essence— itself composed Of things— we here, at best—only theorize! Perception is vital— from whose eyes, we see As our decisions are formed by what we perceive Transformed into our…