Hour 4 – Forest Piano – Image prompt

Forest Piano I hear a haunting melody In the forest moving from tree to tree Winter, Summer, Spring or Fall, This song is not so strange at all It plays in nature’s harmony A piano tune just flying free   I hope someday to find…

Poetry Marathon Hour 4:

Whoot, making progress, doing all the things, I am so very excited to see what I come up with this hour and what you folks do too! My prompt this time around is “Where do the stars go?” and it is from a pre-made prompt…

12:00 PM – A New Pair (Hour 4)

Fresh on the showroom Love at first sight red and elevated leather looking so beautifully tight matches my wardrobe This outfit will delight suited with budget turning maybe to might Back room search ensues the size and fit are right standing tall and regal matching…

Hour 4: Villanelle – Diminishing Dreams

Villanelle – Diminishing Dreams   The world around me crumbles, diminished, how vivid it all was. How soon the dream was finished.   With no-one left to see, to witness; how just the cause. The world around me crumbles, diminished.   Of little consequence or…

2021 Poetry Marathon, Hour 4

For Hour 4, I used both the text and visual prompts. The first line of this poem comes from the last line of the 1984 English translation (by Michael Henry Heim) of Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being. The strains of the piano and…

12:00 PM – Cracked Mirror (Hour 4) – DONE

Cracked Mirror (12:00 PM – Hour 4) ~ D², @d2poetry   A reflection jaded by a careless break distortions based on angles of misplacement showing multifaceted prisms of likenesses comical and favorable at once remnants, shards gather in inconspicuous corners catching flesh unguarded to bleed…

Hour Four – Zentangle

On Friday, I read a lot of Zentangle poems. A zentangle poem is a blackout or erasure poem, a sort of found poem with designs made on the unused portions, instead of just blacking out the extra words. Read more about it on this post…

Dearest Appetite

Appetite, I am tired of you. Truly, I am. You wax and wane like the moon, gurgle like a rushing brook over too many rocks. Can you please be still? Please? Think of what I need, not what you want. Another cookie… six pieces of…

Epistolary – The Beautiful Warrior

Hour 4, Prompt 4 Write an epistolary poem that is a letter from you to someone who has passed and/or someone you have not seen in a long time. *** Epistolary – The Beautiful Warrior 2020©DSCoremans I miss you; but of course that goes without…

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