11:00 AM – It’s Real (Hour 3)

Working limits between lines yours and mine reducing the contrast to blur our greys measuring words for holistic balance beams of dual realities teetering on brinks ledges to cliffs too steep but needed doling out portions controlled lovingly a struggle real towards life-affirming boundaries

Hour 3: Villanelle – In Grace

Villanelle – In Grace   A place of transition, a liminal space where I am now, between future and past. My journey goes on; I must face it with grace.   No time to reflect on success or disgrace; for the next step you take…

Hour Three – A Pantoum

These hours are flying by How can we get anything else done? Will I really stay up all night Writing poems each hour? How can we get anything else done? Cooking, eating, outings–they warned me Writing poems each hour Will more than fill my day!…

11:00 AM – Masterpiece (Hour 3) – DONE

Masterpiece (11:00 AM – Hour 3) ~ D², @d2poetry   I am a piece of work intricately composed of  experiences and happenstances structured through moments of prediction and purpose accidents and projects choreographed around arias espousing Greek tragedies clothed in Ubuntu and mud cloths weaving…

2021 Poetry Marathon, Hour 3

For Hour 3, I used both text and visual prompts. I’d recognize that bridge anywhere I don’t remember where it is but it’s the one they always show whenever they talk about that park I’d recognize that bridge anywhere I don’t remember where it is…

Buy-fly Die!

Buy-fly Die! Damselfly freely fornicating on the wind, Your act sustains your beauty for those who see. With us, the blind define life as evil – a veil for their own ills. There exists no pornographic rape in the world of wingéd creatures. Lay your…

Wild spring season

City girl moves to the country needing a different light time to reflect and grow sitting on the deck watching nature bloom in this wild spring season Nature seems happier less noise less pollution a majestic owl hoots in the palm tree as a busy…

The Bop – Black Lives Matter

Hour 3, Prompt 3 The Bop is one of my favorite poetry forms. It’s something I discovered last year during the poetry marathon, although I’m going to warn you, it’s on the longer side. This is the only formal poetry prompt that is part of…

Dieting

It may be wrong to love ones food to the point of needing new pants And I’m not alone in my indulgence as one can see in the various sizes of jeans Going out for a meal and weighing the cons wondering what will this…

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