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Prompt: (verb) to move to action Promptly: (adverb) : very quickly or immediately Poetry: a form of writing that no one ever reads |
| I do not believe in luck. I don’t have no truck with claiming sovereignty over random things. I possess nothing mysterious. No inner force that can change the world or overcome gravity. In fact - if a falling brick misses me nearly I am grateful, dearly to the universal hand that slowed it down (or hurried me up). Luck says I rule but no, I only recognize the One who does. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" Week 7 Prompt - Luck |
| It’s possible that this could be the day the morning to leap ahead of the alarm to wrestle all the shadows of my doubt and walk into the light leaving their lifeless forms behind me and forge a new future built on dreams or it’s possible that this is a dream that all these grandiose schemes are merely the misfirings of neurons undergoing repair and that sleep is the mechanic so I should pull the blanket tighter and stay until the work is done. Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" Week #6 Prompt -- Write a poem about possibilities |
| Over the sleeping world, memory wanders. In dreams, it follows familiar paths of footprints pressed into timeless snows, until desperate fingers grab the icy blanket and roll over. It’s a journey of love and longing - chasing shadows of things out of reach, plucking the past from winter’s grip, anointing it with tears, mixing joy with regret, mourning the final setting of so many suns, their lights extinguished. 14 Lines Written for"Promptly Poetry Challenge (2025-2026)" Week 5 Write a poem about something that will always be out of reach. |