Lookin to catch some new words. Shade and rustling leaves sigh. The attribute my radar seeks. But time plays tricks as we both know. For every time my true love speaks.

Nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands. OR SCREAM IN ALL CAPS. Or if you need a prompt you can check out one of the past prompts, like the Shadorma. The bar is open just for you.

Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. The undertaking that a poem is. Me and my thoughts! Where I felt the Love. It looks like the WordPress site URL is incorrectly configured. Please check it in your widget settings. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page. A day is a playhouse of wonders.

Plaza de san lorenzo has a heartbeat that i trace with carbon ink,. Doves dance a weird bread crumb rap,. A group of old men drinks black coffee, faces held. As silent offerings into the sun. My bones are stiff from winter. A big snow storm brought me here,. A lady with a wand who drags me, talking spanish like big waterfalls, from one window to the next,. A bridge that no one dares to cross.

Then, surrender, I must,. Rage across our valley,. Where we are to write a poem of exactly 44 words that must include the word FIRE.

Inspired by change, challenge and creativity. I wonder what the bird sees when he sees the sun rise. As he calls across the meadow and the forest far and wide. Does he see what I see with my wizened hazel eyes? Yes, I wonder what the bird sees when he sees the sun rise.

Posted August 9, 2015 by ManicDdaily. I will save you this once the word sussuration. Love poem of a sort. Murmur of the heart poem. The murmur of a stream too far to be sure. The murmur of frogs exchanging night. In deep-throated gulps that would seem rude. If they were not frogs, all throat. The murmur of our own legs,.

I draw each thread closed, wounds bending into caricature. I gather the corners, these four white walls a shroud.