Crossroads

“My battery is low and it’s getting dark.” Mars rover Opportunity

I slept deeply under the strawberry moon

had dreams of your fear of traffic

you would not cross the highway

even though the signs were clear

you were lying on the sidewalk

unable to get up and move

while I was at the other side

waiting and calling

I had to go on

alone

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dVerse prompt using a quote from a list. I loved the quote from the Mars rover.

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Crossroads

Into the Night

Into the night bat troops fly

Most of the time against a dark sky

Into the night two cougars prowl

Most of the time they scream and growl

Into the night an owl hoots

Most of the time knowing its attributes

Into the night the sirens call

Most of the time to someone’s downfall

Into the night a dinosaur roams

Most of the time looking for homes

Into the night the children sleep

Most of the time not hearing a peep

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NaPoWriMo prompt to double down in the fashion of this nursery rhyme—“There was a man of double deed”.

Into the Night

Death’s Knock

Last night there were knocks

on a door which woke me up

wondering if this

was deliberate knocking on my door

maybe from the homeless people

in the woods next door or someone else

who needed me in the middle

of the night and without pajamas

I left the bed to have a look

& then remembered I was naked

with a fear that someone

could have been looking in at me

standing there oblivious to the fact

that death’s knock had come

to the neighbor in the house

west of me as I went back to sleep

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dVerse prompt on a one sentence poem containing perhaps an embarrassing experience and incorporating the end of civilization

Death’s Knock

First Born and Born First

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Today is the birthday of my first born. Her dad drew this picture of her sleeping.  She could sleep when sounds were loud or still.  Would sleep through the night and such a good baby.  She would sleep in the big bed with her dad and I or sleep in her own bed and seldom cried.  When she was tired she would sleep and sleep like a baby.


When she was tired she would  sleep and sleep like a baby.  She would sleep in the big bed with her dad and I or sleep in her own bed and seldom cried.  Would sleep through the night and such a good baby.  She could sleep when sounds were loud or still.  Her dad drew this picture of her sleeping.  Today is the birthday of my first born.


last NaPoWriMo prompt to run a poem forward and then backward

First Born and Born First