Paint – Hour Two

four blank walls, a white so void of color, they seem to blend into a cube. an inkling of thought reds, blues, and yellows burst to life first abstract, then solid. and from the walls, the colors drip. seeping into every floorboard, forever stained  

Coffee Changes Everything

(for hour 2—coffee & change prompt)     Coffee Changes Everything   After sixteen years of sobriety, A waitress handed me decaf from the wrong pot You can’t taste the difference in a greasy, road-side waffle joint Forty miles later, possibilities and plans percolated in…

Stupid Recipe Prompt 1/2 marathon poem #2

Stupid Recipe Prompt 1/2 marathon poem #2 Take 1 stupid prompt. Add a generous helping of overcomplicated rules. Add approximately 500-1000 frustrated poets. A dash of desperation. Allow to boil over furiously for about an hour. Ignore for 24 hours before tasting – mostly bitter.

Recipe for Unconditional Love

Rescue dog from a shelter Foster dog (one, two or three) Pregnancy via your best friend California King bed Music First, go to a high kill animal shelter. Select one or two dogs using heart and intuition. Wait one year for dogs to decompress and…

A Happy Marriage

1. Respect 2. Affection 3. understanding 4. empathy 5. Partnership Seek partnership with a person you can respect, who will understand your struggles and feelings. Marinate them in affection each day. Throw away the timer because tomorrow isn’t promised.

How I know

His smile tells me it will be alright, she falls asleep fast when I tuck her in tight. He has to steal a hug each time I pass, she plays quietly when I’m on online class. He keeps me going when I don’t think I…

Prompt 2 – Wanderlust

Am I really lost If I mean to be? Wanderlust Fulfilled across Green, Green Grass But never satisfied Never done – Anxiety From a need to see White, Tan Sand Between these toes In these hands – Enthrallment; Marveling at Red, Red Pillars Stoic, yet…

Hour 2 – I forget where we were

In the moments when promises bound us At the time, when my hand touched yours Yours to hold, to walk together, to cherish Strangers once, now one for next seven births Years have passed, oh is it years? Time has flown with wings widespread Today’s…

Relationally

Childhood visits to our neighborhood library mandated pilfering of free bookmarks one for each book seemed logical never remembering that I returned only the books varietal bookmarks littered my bookshelves, then desk drawers a dedicated few made it into, stayed within the confines of a…