Were they carrying? That’s the buzz.
Was she carrying? Likely was.
In nine months we’ll know for sure,
but we’ll never know if the brothers were. 116 more words
Tags » Poem About Life And Death
This one word prompt was “Spill” and called for just 44 words to be used. If you are a word-counter, oh ye of little faith, you will find there are just 43 words in the body of the poem because, after reducing the first draft from 96 words, I didn’t realize until after I’d posted that the 44 wasn’t supposed to include the title. 128 more words
“After all our years have settled like dust . . .”
Ashes and Dust
When that cruel wind
blows against memories
that have settled like dust… 205 more words
September is the Cruelest Month
One cruel month is January, murdering December––
failed resolutions of last year we’re now forced to remember.
February rivals it for those with lovers missing–– 262 more words
Last night I was talking to okcforgottenman in between posting pictures for the selfies prompt. He first said it didn’t sound very much like a prompt I would pursue, then advised me on which pictures seemed too staged (Yes, I removed them), and in the end suggested I add the picture of my shadow on a beach studded with jellyfish. 341 more words