“Give each project at least one line. You should open the poem with the first project, and close it with the last, but otherwise use the projects in whatever order you like. Do all twenty. Let different ones be in different voices. Don’t take things…
Tag: writing
Hour 3 “Seawalls…”
Hour 3 9/02/2023 “Seawalls…” California dreamin’ been there, done that. East and Gulf Coasts… Japan, other green-riden places… Norway, Portugal, Crete, Turkey, Great Britain… and places that aren’t places anymore. I’ve paused on docks, promontories, battlements, bridges; in meadows, gardens, pubs, malls;…
Hour 2 “Little Things…”
Hour 2 9/02/2023 “Little Things…” There are moments …and then – there ARE moments – where life as we know it …pauses. Moments untaken for granted. Moments unlike any other instant of existence …that pause a soul. “Little Things…” A nothing special…
Time Flies, Today I’m Grounded 2/24
Ten years ago, as I look back my life had just unraveled two years under my belt since my mind began to travel many battles fought many hurdles crossed many things unveiled I had to learn to cut the loss I used to be so…
Hour two text prompt -for I can do it all
Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. I am so excited Life is gonna go my way First week is done already Next week is on its way And I think people really like me And like what I…
Ten Years Ago
Cut loose, new freedoms spring from explosive endings. I’m blind to them such is the chaos, grieving loss, shaken questioning of self, the tumult of new beginnings.
Hour 1 “Another Today…”
Hour 1 9/2/2023 “Another Today…” No alarm called – Just eyes now aware wandering, wandering yet another mornings path… “T’is a chill morning – ” freshly-stale coffee in hand, in mind… “- to start this …day -” echoes float …somewhere within, somewhen within,…
“I Remember…”
It was said the twenty four could be considered as a “chapbook” – which would make for a central themed group of posts. I’m still considering that… There ARE three poems here (left, center, and right) – unique, standalone, and yet – also just …one……
“I Grew Up In Essex…”
“I Grew Up in Essex…” Mortality is our shadow… so I paused and watched today’s sunrise and remembered being asked where I came from while being active on an internet forum way back when. I answered the question with a poem. Today, well, is a…
“An Hour and 20 Minutes…”
An hour and twenty minutes… sigh. I’ve an hour and twenty minutes til what? What will it all mean – then. The sun might shine or it could be rain, snow, sheet ice. The heat might kick on all by itself. A light bulb may…