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…
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Puds
I can’t imagine a life Without his smile That bright beam that lights My way through The worst days Shining brighter My best… He’s a silly tease with Innocence abounding Simple toilet humor And a penchant for Causing my senses to revolt. He’s mama’s boy…
The Writer’s Fire
There’s a burning deep inside, a fire that yearns to be set free, and one that longs to breathe heat, light, and life into every corner of the world. The flickering of passion grows within, embers igniting new sparks, inspiration looking for an outlet to…
Hour 2 – The Joy of Unseen Things (text prompt)
I was hit in the eye by a humming bird’s wing It gave me the power to see unseen things The floating of fae The angels on their way Even the demons at play (Though that one brings dismay) I saw the pain in your…
The View- Poem 2
The View -Poem 2 The joy of unseen things Wonders of nature brings Sunset in the morning seems Walking on the deck feels The joy of the morning walk Brings joy to the day folks The sky a pattern of heart felt The…
Hour 1 -They All Say…(Image prompt)
When I rise from the ashes just a box of matches With flames on my lashes Thingsll be better no more scars no more gashes Flying along while somebody bashes Everything I’ve said Everything I’ve done But I’ve won Haven’t I? That’s just it They’re…
Friendship
Friendship Poem 1 Friendship of seven years -shadows How awesome this felt when I- beckon Lasting walks in the park with -me She felt like she was in love with -i Never give up on a friendship you- want The clouds in the…
The Unruly
I know where I want to go. At least I think I do. These conversations with the page. But it’s out of my control. You see, these words are not my own, and they tend to be unruly. Pulled and twisted as they are from…
Leg Lifts – Hour 13, Prompt 13
Every day, at the witching hour I do this chore expected not by anyone but me and my doctor if left uncorrected. I spend my last vestige of energy doing leg lifts. Up, down, in and out, In a loop, day in and out.. Leg…
The Book Prompt -Hour 12, Prompt 12
Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. A daemon’s after me darkening my door, No clue if it’s bad or good It lingers in the hall While I try to…