Eff It
Day 157 prompt: The Letter F if you eff it the air turns fair your act becomes fact the east gets to feast lower makes a flower the lame turns to […]
Day 157 prompt: The Letter F if you eff it the air turns fair your act becomes fact the east gets to feast lower makes a flower the lame turns to […]
Day 156 prompt: Seeds For seeds of change to grow The seeds of doubt must go
Day 155 prompt: Seven I’d like to alter calendars So we have a different view. Let’s place Friday until Sunday In the middle of the queue: W Th F S Su […]
Day 154 prompt: Purple The three-toothed carnie Said his name was b… Bartholomew Her amethyst drapes Were the color of g… Garlic blossoms The subjects’ loyalty Belongs to their r… Ranking […]
Day 153 prompt: Portrait (a haiku) ancestor faces … staring into distant eyes fearing resemblance
Day 152 prompt: Cement (a haiku) silver-gray cement still glossy after repair resist urge to touch
Day 151 prompt: Pipes (a haiku) Comfort, irritant Depending on the Sunday Organ pipes move me
Day 150 prompt: Rule of Thirds A well-composed photo Complies with the rule of thirds A well-composed poem Just needs the right words
Day 149 prompt: Vehicle Today I went Car shopping. Or shall we say Dealer hopping? VW, Hyundai, Mini, Toyota … And a lunchtime break For brisket and soda. The test drives […]
Day 148 prompt: Itsy-Bitsy Teeny Weeny She wore delicate cotton dresses And played with tiny Tinkertoys Then began reading short words And locking her diary with a wee key She moved […]
Day 147 prompt: Edible She skips in From the yard Arms behind her back Wide eyes dance up Gleaming with surprises She can barely contain Our noses nearly touching Her springtime […]
Day 146: Earth Tones earth tones our muscles as we stride across her surface wherever we may go she supports and accompanies us if only we will meet her
Day 145 prompt: Statue Suppose an artist Moved by my greatness Chisels a large stone Into my likeness A passionate sculptor With a spirit for verity Might carve out my features […]
Day 144 prompt: Broken Bread broken Wine poured In the quiet Pastor lifts Sacred diet Precious gifts Silence broken Dad snored
Day 143 prompt: Fear the dark conceals what you’d rather not see in fear you stay in the gray where nothing is fully concealed even your shortcomings the light reveals what […]