Well, if I complete this poem, I’m half way there – I can do this – I can get this out and successfully. There is no real and actual prompt here – but at the same time – I’ve been doing these cute collages between…

Head tight from an invisible vice with old wood plates raw with splinters and a robust iron screw gently rusted thick with frustration and time twisting closer screeching with each grind rotating with the perverse intention to reveal burnt orange brightness lining its sky silent…

Some days, I wish I could end my life. Some days, I wish I were alive. Some days I am just tired. Today, I’m full of hope. Tomorrow I’m off To live a little; To be happy. Yeah, yeah. Bye.

Nonet – Coffee Time   Catching up, half-way, if not the end feels better than falling behind. Not ready yet, to give up, but now so very tired. Had one more coffee, but still want more not enough coffee time.   2021©DSCoremans Poem 12 of…

Restless (8:00 PM – Hour 12) ~ D², @d2poetry     Standstill With your heart racing Like fireflies In the still of night Sparks of inspiration  Igniting in random Unpredictable fashion Containing doesn’t control It only stifles movement The tizzy is akin to Slowly losing…

I read about a call for poems about World Food Day with inspiring, forward-looking messages against hunger. You can read more about it on Laura Shoven’s blog if you are interested. I’m drafting a poem here for the Poetry Marathon. Quivering, savage, ravaging pain Intolerable,…

As much as I like the image, I went with the text prompt for my final poem of this year’s half-marathon. Thirty years ago this summertime I was watching Total Recall on laserdisc while eating some Snickers ice cream bars after coming back from Shibuya…

Assume the dream! Wake up! Question vivid detail! And when perhaps something more just happens in our lives, we have experienced such a time that most, or perhaps only some of us will wonder if it was so. I, at the last decades of my…

Another galaxy, another time. Long live the Alliance. 1/2 marathon poem #12 In another galaxy We’d be rebels In another time We’d all revolt In another place We’d carry lightsabers In another time We’d fight for truth But for now together We’ll do it with…

Paris me manque. I write in my book. Dreams of France, past journeys and new adventures. Scanning the pages of words written so long ago. Collected memories of old love made new again. Have I not sought you out again? Looked to you for advice…