The Finish Line (hour 21, prompt 21)

  The night’s dragging on forever And yet time is flying by Dripping poetry in our wake As we pen words with a sigh 24 poems in 24 hours A creative’s crazy dream Push your talent to its limit Like a seamstress’ outer seam Now…

Villanelle – Sleep

Prompt 21, Hour 21 Write a poem about what you are longing for most right now. *** Villanelle – Sleep 2020©DSCoremans I don’t know how I am still awake; long ago did I desire sweet sleep. The fog from my brain I’m trying to shake;…

Hour 20 Prompt: Sleepless

Rise and fall- the rhythm of life I hear her mellow breath By my side. The room is dark Not quite black For in my palm An enchanted rock Glows blue white Fighting against the darkness Encroaching, shrouding My weary face Saggy eyes Ruffled, tousled…

The Alarm Clock

Ring ring ring In sleep’s warm arms I lay I hear thee not In sweet slumber soft But you ring ring ring While the Blackbirds sing Into the mellow morning mist Perched upon dew laden branches. I drift oblivious Like a babe rocking in a…

Be Still

Be still, mind Let those thoughts seep out of your porous shell Don’t take it personally He had a bad day, perhaps too little sleep You took the high way, apologized and made peace Let those thoughts seep out of your porous shell And bother…

Prompt 1-I am

9 pm, darkness encroaches. Sleep is an idea formless and forthcoming… I am ready. Just one more thing…   12 am, evening beckons. It is time for sleep, the cloud is ever-present. I am tired. Just need to finish up…   3 am, twilight shrouds…

Hour Twleve: A Moment of Triumph

Author’s Note: Yet another time and the last time I will be ignoring a prompt in this 2017 Poetry Marathon. I will be concluding this marathon with a poem about a dream I had. Enjoy reading. I once was in a sacred cave that had…

one by one

I’m up. I’m up. My eyes drift close again. I’m up! The house is quiet. Every one is asleep. As I struggle to pull words out One by one.

TWENTY

Poem TWENTY has been removed and now appears on chocolate is a verb, 18 August 2016.

Peace

Clarity rings through the darkness of induced sleep. The fog of yesterday clinging to the present day. It has no hold, it has no sway, just a whiff of ancient smells. See, hear, feel, know what has changed, know what has always been. Searching for…

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