Graveside

The night-soil swallowed me up Land, the dirt above my fingers I grasp Knows all the stories of my years You stood above mourning those times Even that time I spilled the tea When those moments have lost You look one last time, and leave…

Sonnet – Bigger

Prompt 19, Hour 19 This prompt is based on an idea from Danielle Wong. Below are two images of a Siphonophore Apolemia. It is an animal that actually is made up of hundreds of animals that clone themselves; the scientists had thought that together they…

Sonnet – Plants Care

Prompt 14, Hour 14 In her wonderful book Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer writes — ‘In some Native languages the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.’ Use any part of this quote (with credit), or the ideas it contains as…

Sonnet – Neverland

Prompt 11, Hour 11 Write a poem about or set in a place you have never been to. It could be a real concrete location, or something more metaphorical, imaginary or fictional – somewhere over the rainbow comes to mind. *** Sonnet – Neverland 2020©DSCoremans…

Season of the Arribada

(Italian sonnet form–I think) By Sandy Lender   A multitude came crawling up the sandy shore Only moonlight off’ring light by which to nest A thousand sets of flapping flippers sought what ground is best Mighty turtles one by one raked the ground and tore…

Morning Coffee

“Damn,” she muttered, pushing through the fog uncluttered. holding her canteen full of coffee, her bag loaded with toffee; down the misty dock she went. fast upon the hill she made her ascent, up the path made of concrete, what a momentous feat! she arrived…

Hill House

these dark halls deep secrets and meandering spirits years of misanthropic ghostly misfits the house in restless humor recalls frightful weather falls in rainfalls the solemn spirits befits the walls close up; this house commits the broken down spirits, trapped and held, there is sits…

Heartsong

that deep sadness stays those long nights we laid awake our hearts, they feel the ache that loss decays our long lost moments, the faraway gaze we hadn’t know what was at stake one last long night before we wake one last long night before…

Poo: A Sonnet

The record shows he is to blame His calendar is now a loop Big mistakes put him to shame He feel like a big load of poop His friends told him that he should stop He wanted to keep turning up But every other week…

WYSIWYG

WYSIWYG: it goes beyond Discussion of computer fonts, And colour-palette editing: There’s WYSIWYG in many things. That boy that passed you in the street; A charmer, nicest guy you’ll meet, Or else a thug of darkest kind, Based on what you expect to find. The…