Moonshadow – Hour 10, Prompt 10

There’s my friend, the little hopper A frog as black as midnight. She follows me everywhere I go That Moonshadow. I hope she’ll hop the sadness away Or maybe hop some joy She keeps me from feeling lonesome That Moonshadow. But frogs don’t make much…

Poem Marathon Submission #6

Lost and Redemption of a Life Ann WJ White Awakening the morning, waiting for it to rise, I follow a small tortiseshelled cat to her breakfast, carefully apportioned puree of chicken served on a glass dish, glistening. She is the reason for rising, for dancing,…

What Lies Above

Spoilers for the beginning of Portal 2. I had one last view of the sky Before She dragged me back down Underground, and into storage. There was Art in my room to view And experience spiritual refreshment As only an A.I. could dream up. When…

What Do I Know Of Fame? Prompt 1-Hour 1

In times of old, a woman’s worth was quite easy to define If she was “good” and didn’t speak or step one foot out of line. If she served her husband or her country that was plenty for the time. Still, a woman could be…

Taking the Leap

She stands on the precipice Unsure, excited Stomach in knots Not knowing where to go   Step back, back in the familiar Step forward, forward into the unknown   Looking back, seeing all that has been all that has been outgrown   Looking forward, seeing…

Where There Is Light (Hour 9)

WHERE THERE IS LIGHT The constant of time is staggering, bewildering, and heartbreaking. So tonight, I will time to stop. I do not ask, I do not beg, I will it. Just for a moment. Let me sit in the stillness of a void I…

Years

Five years, light and laughter fill my eyes. Airy and breathy, like feathers floating upon the wind. Hope swells like cresting ocean waves and dreams rise higher than the desert mountain tops of memory. The stars and moon never out of reach for the innocent…

I. Sailing on the Winds of Change

My mother didn’t have apron strings for me to hold onto, She had a noose firmly fitted around my neck. I spent my life waiting for the chair beneath me to suddenly disappear. I played my role perfectly. I let her take all my money,…

Before Darkness

No more light I thought we were right Inspiration in my hand Trying hard to understand Thought that he would be the man Now I’m simply faded. Wondering if I really could Will things be better if I should? Never for a minute thought I…

21

There must be something in the books, he wrote. In his books, there was hope. Optimism planted in a dystopia that grew in a reader’s heart and showed how it is really darkest before dawn. The world was bankrupted of ten million fine sentences the…