This is written based on Living Poetry word prompt – Race, machine, epigraph
The human race are not machines.
Grease and grime don’t feed us.
Electricity or coal don’t power us.
Carriage or container don’t move us.
We are flesh and blood bear sins.
There was epigraph written long before our birth.
We are of love, power and sound minds.
Bart sends out weekly prompts
hunting for prized written arts
Sometimes they return empty
right back in his wanting hand
At times they return a surprise
making his waiting heart sing
Your perfume hits me
before the summer heat
You walk through the door
while peeling off a work day
Your tan skin busies my eyes
through the shower screen
I race toward you
just in time
Before the cooling water cascades down your toned frame
I bury myself in you
unleashing a full day’s longing
Living Poetry word prompt writing
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride.
I love you because I know no other way than this.
So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand.”
You recite Neruda to your dying husband
in the storm this boat cannot withstand
We may not enter the safe haven after all
My last sight of this calamity is love on display
I thank you fellow refugees
When I close my eyes,
I know the goodness of God
Living Poetry word prompts – Add, Kind, Maple
I wish life was
as kind as
bland breakfast cereal
A spoonful of maple syrup
will add sweet taste
and a big smile
This is written for Denise’s Six Sentence Story word prompt – Confetti
We were so young.
It’s not our fault that
we didn’t have time
to rehearse life.
We didn’t understand that
stubborn promises were just a preface.
We loved so hard.
We were so inexplicable,
so endearing,
so annoying,
consumed by seven emotions
and six desires.
It was cold that day,
tears turned into ice,
snowflakes falling down
like confetti,
red-eyed, red-faced.
If only
you can see the future
You won’t get hung up
on wrapping your arms
around the memory
of your thriving youth
The old self you shed
pushing outward
to form calluses
telling the world
that you are wiser
by counting the rings
of your wrinkles
You never see the future
of your exhausted face
made into sheets of canvas
for beauty to take forms
pleasing to our eyes
and souls
This poem was written using this drawing practice as a prompt.
Drawing is a process
of getting to know him
more
through the fine lines
he acquired
from the pain
of raising them
alone
Drawing of an old man (in progress)
Living Poetry word prompt – Essential, Add, Give
Before my essential needs are met
Even I give you all that I am
My attempts only add to your devastation
The Living Poetry Valentine’s Day prompt – Love
When love is lost, hate is an equal strong emotion to replace love, at least for a period of time in stages of the grieving process.
The willow is wilted by the west wind
A mouse is playing the piano off keys
Spider web covers the couch you once claimed
My vocal cord is rusted by regret
Two mockingbirds are serenading on the sycamore tree
If only I took your advice and bought the bb gun
Flicker of Thoughts 