3ww writing prompt

the things we didn't say

the highway was empty
as we drove along in
silence. the conversation
still lingering, each of
us trying to avoid the
unspoken. often times
we could go for days on
end having ignored the
things we didn't say. it
became our reality, our
comfort. now as the dark
settled in, it was no longer
possible to ignore the words
not said. we would learn
the ways of our heart once
again, and begin our healing
process. time was on our
side, and there was only
one way to go. we would
turn down the road to
happiness and in the end
our words would find
their way back.

Two for Tuesday prompt

college days

i've learned a lesson
of the utmost importance;
it happened years ago
in college. a time in my
youth when drinking
and smoking were all
that i cared about. no
matter if i missed a
class or two, i'd make
it up another day. it
didn't happen often,
but i did learn a few
things in those days.
for one it is never a
good idea to write a
paper while high, and
never mix your drink
of choice, results can
be terrible. but the
most important
lesson i learned is
not to streak naked
down main street in
the middle of the day;
professors look down
on that behavior and
might even call home.

this was a prompt for Two for Tuesday, the words were lesson and streak of course it is all fictional:)

Read, Write Poem prompt

my daughter lives in a world
in which i don't fit in. a world
of IDK and LMBO or instead
of telling someone how much
you care you text them LUL.
what happened to just plain
english or here's a thought
talking on the phone instead
of typing. i get an eyeroll at
that one often, talking is so
out mom. IDK, is i don't
know and quite frankly it
pretty much sums up my
feelings about this young
generation of non talking
texters. if my daughter
were to read this i'm sure
i'd get another eyeroll
and perhaps a WE so
i'll end this with L8RG8R



the prompt was Jargon, and this is the "jargon" i'm most surrounded with right now.

weekend wordsmith prompt "carrying a grudge"

the grudge

i carry it with me
close to my heart.
not to let go of for
i might actually,
heal. it's something
i've become quite
good friends with
over the years, and
i would hate to see
it go. maybe if we
live together forever
i'll never really have
to be real with anyone.

writer's island prompt and easy street prompt

stranded

waiting desperately for him

she thought of how outrageous

it had been, the whole ceremony

from the beginning was doomed.

upon completion of their vows

he left her standing there, alone.

she couldn't believe her luck to

find the one person she could

share her life with, only to find

out he was in love with another.

they left together, as the crowd

watched in wonder at her lovely

tear stained dress. alas she would

leave alone in a taxi headed nowhere.

the picture is from easy street prompts and the writers island prompt was completion and outrageous.

friday five

flames

sometimes it's just
a splinter or a hair
that throws me into
distractions. like the
votive candle burning
on the mantle, how it
punctuates my every
thought, with visions
of your face and the
taste of your lips on
mine. as lives molder
in just a moment.
i cannot get the
thought of you
out of my dreams,
but i can release you
from my day to day.

a place to call home

i long to be in a place
of happiness, of joy
a place i can call home
where i am healthy
and will be better
for you and for them
i want to be the one
who you can lean on
the one of solace and
trust and forgiveness
i will be the rock that
we build a future on
a life i can be proud of

sullen

rocks lay moist

a gap in the rain

void of spring

this was for the two for tuesday prompt, gap and rock.

my villanelle

the journey

the road to sorrow is long and dark
a barren place no love can survive
where on the heart words leave a mark

our choices can lead to a future that’s stark
we cannot let the past hinder or thrive
the road to sorrow is long and dark

the song once sung in the breeze by a lark
on windswept hills we can yet feel alive
where on the heart words leave a mark

we bask in the sun on days at the park
have long, lingering talks on a Sunday drive
the road to sorrow is long and dark

but love no longer remains on this tree less bark
just thoughts and secrets on which connive
the road to sorrow is long and dark
where on the heart words leave a mark

Poefusion prompt monday mural

the perfect child

i thought if we planted
an extra special seed and
watered it and grew it
up right, we'd make the
perfect girl, but instead
we just got a kid made of
old rotten wood, with lots
of imperfections and a
pretty little dress. just
the shade of an old
umbrella with only a
squawking crow to keep
her company.

Sunday Scribblings prompt compose

this distance between us
has grown as vast as the ocean
unable to compose myself
after each new argument
i hide deeper and deeper
within only to find there
is nothing there to save me
from this solitude i've
created i long for the
days of redemption of
living life again with a
purpose, a happiness
of just being alive

Poefusion prompt

The Darkest Season

i dream a highway,
tomorrow is a long time.
i get a little lonely,
jealous of the moon,
when it don't come easy.
i want to sing, feeding
the angels afternoons,
language or the kiss.
we've gone so far,
i have lost my dreams.
how will he find me,
one night gone.
tenderness, comfort
forgiveness. Are you
out there?


this was a poefusion prompt to write a poem consisting only of movie titles, i switched it up a little and made mine only of song titles. thanks to these fine artists, in order of appearance, Deb Talan, Gillian Welch, Pete and J, Nickel Creek, Patty Griffin, Lori McKenna, Regina Spektor, Indigo Girls, Nicole Reynolds, Dar Willams, Deb Talan, Brianna Lane, Deb Talan, and Dar Williams.

broken

this brokenness inside
of me has become to
heavy to hold. the
darkness in my heart
is aching for the light,
of faith to come to my
rescue, freeing my spirit.
can i let go of this pain?
when we've become such
good friends. a void that
you can always count on
in the loneliness of the
night. shallow breaths
of hope creep in ever
so gently, to help me
get through. can it make
a difference to give in
to this hope?

Poefusion prompt

'the window had other views'
i'm afraid i didn't realize.
funny how you forget they
show things back to you.
like how insufficient
i am, or how dark it is;
inside. it's amazing to
discover, there's a whole
world out there, waiting
for you to accept it. if
only we could live our
true lives from the inside
looking out. then we'd
never have to worry
about all the missed
opportunities, looking
from our window view.

3ww writing prompt touching, visible, stage

thank you

it is so touching
that you care.
your concern
for my heart
is inspiring. that
you care enough
to stage one of
those interventions
on my behalf is
most endearing.
even though it is
visible to everyone
how well i am doing,
it's good that you
care.

Poefusion prompt and RWP prompt

Lost Child

"I've never seen his face",
cause he's a lost soul;
forgotten in a world
where adults make
the rules. He doesn't
get a choice whether
to be heard or not.
Never a choice of
where to go, what
to eat or where to
sleep at night. He's
shuffled around in a
world of papers never
found. Doesn't get a
say if he wants to play-
be a good little boy,
waste the day away.
Moved from one
place to the next
without a second
thought. Lost in a
system failed to
the millions.

this was for both the Poefusion prompt and the Read Write Poem prompt on speaking for someone who can't.

Two for Tuesday prompt

my muse

crappy as this may be

i'm going to write it anyway.

sometimes i lose my muse,

our connection gets broken

lost in the ethereal. it seems

i can't seem to find my way,

determined not to miss my

link, i sit in the dark waiting

for her to appear. often it's

the littlest thing, like chocolate

milk and Doritos to bring

back the reason for living.

Poefusion prompt

Aphrodite, goddess of love

by her own beauty she

creates lust among men,

dying to be with her;

even just for a moment.

fate plays a sad role

giving her loneliness

having never found

in another, true love

just obsessive passion.

kinship among men

lovers last victim

mostly woman's

naivety to truth, one's

own heart seemingly

painless; admissions of

queerness settling in.

ready for the next

sign from the gods

to plan her next move

unfortunate to those

various souls in her path

waiting for her beauty in

Xanadu, turning to stone

youth for crossing her. for

Zeus she waits.

this was a combination of prompts from Poefusion, the Monday Mural, and an ABC poem.

inspire me thursday promt: envelope

the letter

tucked neatly away in an
envelope not to be found
for years, is a question
that could have changed
a lifetime of choices.
a letter full of one heart's
longing to be forever.
a chance to share each
other in ways no one
could understand. then,
found one day many
moons later in the attic.
longing to be read,
yellowed with age,
and just the slightest
scent of you. a simple
request, unspoken
to the rest. but forever
in the envelope it was;
sealed with one heart's
desire.

grace

i give these fears to you
to take flight and be gone.
i let go of them, free my
mind and let the past be.
i will not wait for a chance
encounter to bring me down.
i will not allow myself that
luxury, again to wallow in
self pity. i will not fall into
self-loathing and pain, again.
i can be the person He
created me to be, awesome
and beautiful, loving and
compassionate. i will be
that person eventually.

this was for writers island prompt: chance encounters and flight, it also works for sunday scribblings prompt fearless.

Poefusion prompt

painted house

in a house painted yellow,
our memories grow old .
created years before
with pictures on Polaroid.
it had a metal roof and an
antenna made with aluminum
foil. the t.v. never got good
reception, but we hardly
ever watched it anyway.
to busy making songs
out of scrabble words, and
castles out of sands of salt.
but the fun we had...
like the time the skunk
came in the front door,
and you had to bathe
for days in tomato soup.
how the memories do fade,
those Polaroid pictures are
now to brittle to hold. our
house painted yellow, has
turned a darkened gold.

the words this week were: brittle, aluminum foil, polaroid, skunk, salt

3ww writing prompt; funny, remember, theatre

memories


it's funny the times
i remember you most;
when the stars are out
in full and sounds of
nature surround me.
i think of you when
i shop for groceries
or while i'm working
on a new poem.
sometimes i think
of you when i go
to the theatre and
the movie is one i
know you'd like.
it's really unintentional
these times you slip
into my life. i'd like to
think i could make it
through one day and
never have you cross
my mind, but the chances
of that seem slim.

Two for Tuesday prompt

question

a ribbon frayed at the edges
unraveling like the truth
before me. each thread a
sign for me to follow. a question
for me to answer...to know.
when all i have is uncertainty
to keep me warm at night.
can i wear your strength
like a sweater, toasty on a
cold winters eve. a steaming
cup of coffee, brimming with
the kindness of a stranger.
a song wrote for a lost
love, notes singing in
the sky with the stars.
would it make a difference
if i believed in the truth?
if i followed the answers
before me. or would they
just sit there begging me
the question.



i wrote this for Two for Tuesday prompt the words were truth and sign

Read, Write Poem prompt

love knots

sitting in a circle,
woven with love.
i marvel at the
wisdom learned
through the art
of making homemade
tortellinis. my mother
and her sisters
with flour covered
hands fold dough
around their fingers
to make perfect
little knots. representing
our family tied together
forever in Italian love.

writer's island prompt "lost highway"

i found a lost highway in you,
one i forgot existed. you opened
up my heart, so i could see all the
parts of me. i knew i was in there
somewhere, it just took a moment
to find my way. now your gone
and i must travel this highway
alone; for what's the use of finding
something lost, if you never end up
using it. i've become the real me
and will now forever be, the truest
and most profound me i can be.

late

once upon a butterfly,
a heart rose like the steam
of an engine. she let out a cry
for her lost lover in a dream
with the long locks of hair.
she drown in a lake
of sorrow riding on a mare.
she knew she was late,
but the results of the test
were inconclusive. could she create
another human in this world, already a mess.
the pills she knew would solve it, sedate
her and the child inside, her scheme
worked as she lay dead in the bed made of wicker.


this was a poefusion prompt it's a "Bout-rime" you can find the words here. this was a tough one, as all the words had to end the lines.

spring

trees blooming. flowers
sprouting rainbows of color.
babies sleeping now.


a little haiku to get me through, haven't had much time, but i did write two yesterday. this poem a day is going to be rough.

Sunday Scribblings promp "photograph"

forever

i keep a photograph
of you in my mind.
it never goes away
with all the time that's
passed, it's there just
beyond my reach. a
memory fading like
the film it took to
make you. i keep it
at a distance, so as
not to hurt too much.
never truly able to
forget, yet wondering
if i'll remember.

Poefusion prompt

daddy

the avocado green chair
sat empty in the garage.
the smell of gasoline lingered.
there were remnants of the brick
house; barely attached to the garage
now. no windows were left,
just shards of glass, where
once we stood waiting for
him to come home. we knew
what kind of night it was going
to be by how long he was in the
garage. happy nights he would
sit in his chair fiddling with old
engine parts. bad nights we would
hear the chair get kicked on the
way in. the smell of alcohol filling
the room with his presence. all we
could do was stare at the paint chipped
ceiling and pray for it to end soon.
those were the nights we wished
we lived on another hemisphere.


the friday five were avocado, hemisphere, gasoline, ceiling and brick

Fortune Cookie Poetry

Happier days are definitely ahead for you. Struggle has ended.

You will watch the sun rise over a beach.
You will watch the sun set over a mountain.
You will live long and prosper.
There are rough times ahead for you.

If only life could be so predictable, that we could read our future in one little slip of paper. Neatly folded in a cookie of sweetness. We could make informed decisions based on what we know to be true. Not depend on some faith or higher power. Get it right the first time and not have to learn the hard way. If only.

All your sorrows will vanish.


This was for a prompt on Poefusion, using two lines from a fortune cookie, one for your first line, and one for you ending line.

3ww writing prompt parallel, mysterious, bounce

a painful life is
parallel to a happy,
full life. one you live
out loud for all to see;
the other you hide inside
like it's not there. mysterious
ways become signs of danger to
those we love. growing ever, ever
so concerned. we think, "oh, they will
bounce out of it eventually." only to find
them one day in the bottom of a bottle of
sorrow where they have always kept a secret.

Two for Tuesday prompt

writer's block

a poem driven

by a need to create art

during a brain fart

So this is my little haiku, trying to attempt to put up a poem a day for Poetry Month, but as you can see the pressure is really getting to me. In an attempt to humor my brain, this is all I could come up with.