Hour 8 image prompt- Camping

The sky is dark Just like my heart When trapped within the city So sometimes we seek refuge Far from home Some by choice but it can be seen That not all are so lucky Unhoused this is their day to day So we take…

Hour 6 Image Prompt – Offbeat

Got lost today Hopefully to find a new way A way through darkness To the light A way that flowers grow Swaying in the wind   I left prepared for the journey Everything I thought if needed Would be within arms reach Now I’m here…

Hour 5 image prompt -moving day

  It’s early Too early And there’s still too much to do And there’s still so much I can’t get through But we’re on to new beginnings And soon to some place new Just need to pack one last thing Okay one or two… The…

Hour one, image prompt a Shakey start

I knew not where I traveled When I took upon the road The path was lit by moonlight Through clouds it barely showed And although I had forever Although I had the time I knew Charon asked a price Something not yet mine Ah I…

Hour 22 – Emergent – Image Prompt

Emergent The road less traveled is far more bumpy With less care put in to maintain In parts the road is overgrown In others it fades only to reappear again Where you least expect it The swamps were a surprise The trees a spindled, branches…

Poetry Marathon Submission #11

Starscapes Background on Mars is black. Stars bound. Gas sings in sibilant color; Red, yellow, blue, green, purple, orange. A heaven worth of Skittle’s. Heaven born rainbows, freed from Earth. Vast and breath catching, frozen in the shade, the universe encapsulates the planets. Comets sling…

Hour Five: The last time I went there

The green fields I see out the window always remind me of earlier travels It doesn’t matter that I have not seen them before I think the color is enough to spark the memory Farmlands punctuated by electrical towers always let me know where I…

Two wrongs don’t make a right.

A Drifter and a traveler, were always solider of fortune, travelling on trail of time, sinking in their experiences, of burning and bruises, of marks on skin which weren’t enough to bleed, of fire which was still alive with air they breathe, seeking their way…