1:00 AM – Pulled the Trigger (Hour 17)

Take Up in casual conversation a scenario was described innocently that raised alarm   Break the words stayed in my head days later and would swim in my mind bouncing without conscious purpose until it connected   Overtravel and then the spin noticeable and uncontrollable…

Poetry Marathon Hour 17:

Prompt from BlueJay Prompt Journal: What never mattered, anyway? Prompt 17: Somewhere in northern lousiana but farther south than I’m willing to admit –   there’s a house with a dusty rose bar stool that has had four dozen poems written about it and a…

Hour 17: Villanelle – Extreme Grief

Villanelle – Extreme Grief   I stopped thinking about extreme grief as the sole vehicle for great art when the grief started to take people with it.   I am like them, I just haven’t quit yet; I know this ideation can start so I…

Balance

(for hour 17)     Balancing   A kind woman in my MeWe homesteading group said, “I don’t have to pull all the weeds, just the weed in front of me.” Her words in reverse on a black computer monitor resonated deeply within me, vibrating…

1:00 AM – Cramped (Hour 17)

Cramped (1:00 AM – Hour 17) ~ D², @d2poetry   Pinned up  In a knot I can’t pull out a thought I am constrained by Time Location and  Circumstance HELP I want to get out!   ~ D², 06.27.21, 1:27 AM Copyright D Squared Poetry,…

Hour 17 – Safer With Books

He read the whole plan in a book He intended to ease himself into the water at midnight No one would know or blame themselves They would spend time looking but the plan was perfection marked with science, enzymes and bacteria He loved readying the…

Up-Cycle Pop!

Closet full of CDs broken jewelry pieces old clocks radios flip phones paint and glitter waiting to be reborn as the most fabulous wind-chimes and Tchotchkes Gift shopping dilemma solved If I could just find my glue gun

Diamante – Current/Outdated

Prompt 17, Hour 17 Write a poem about a form of technology that is obsolete or is headed that way. The technology could just be referred to in passing, like a telephone booth, or it could be a CD that is the focal point of…

Oh, Power Lines!

You try and try to stay alive! But, none can beat the sun. Just lay a strip for miles and miles In stone we’ve laid before. Some brilliant child of how’s and why’s Will know how to explore. It’s up to us to educate And…

1:00 AM – LPs – (Hour 17) – DONE

rotating rasping static coasting through melodic grooves taped coins for head balance moving steady past subtle scratches black vinyl formed to share Saturday morning clean up tunes