The way we move from body to body   shifting the names from grief to grief   has to weigh heavily on our souls   ~ d², 09.02.23, 11:52 AM Copyright D Squared Poetry, 2023. © All Rights Reserved.

A man stood beneath the tree, Waiting it seemed, for me His gaze was soft as diamond His mood as light as iron He had been waiting for me But why beneath this tree?   This tree was like most around it Red leaves and…

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…

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!…

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! 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…

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…

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…

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…

What On Earth Is A Bop 1/2 marathon poem #3 What on earth is a bop I don’t know what to write I wish these prompts would stop I think I’m writing shite What on earth is a bop I don’t know what to write…