June 4th, 2025 Prompt: Tell me something about the creatures that live in your area. Write a poem that uses the name of a species of animal I could find near you.
June 5th, 2025 Prompt: Tell me about someone or something you lost, specifically how it felt in the body… Like this was an easy prompt or something…
Disclaimer: abuse, torture, and rape. Skip ahead after the lines, if it’s a bit raw. The payoff at the ending lines felt worth it. Processed a bit more than expected so thanks for that.
His loss shattered
The base of my spine, echoes
Of the break linger
In quiet moments
I still feel his promise ring
Cutting my finger.
When I get anxious
I still sense hands on my wrists
Metal chain art wrapping
Around my ribcage
Tethering me to the days
His mind broke
A loss of a kind
Mourning someone still alive
Few folk understand
He tried to break me
Torture hits different than abuse
No sleep, no water
No food, fed on words
And pain and rape, it shaped me
Into the phoenix
You see today, and
Anytime I feel trapped, I
Want to fly away.
But I am here now
And I am here to stay, fighting
Echoes of my past.
Always loving you.
June 6th, 2025 Prompt: “Have something to say and SAY IT.”
I had another one for this, a funny short acrostic… but it was absurdly rude. I’m not going to do that to y’all, so you get this one today instead!
June 7th, 2025 Prompt: Let’s make myths together. Where does the sun go after it sets?
*Looks at an entire pantheon and body of myths I created for a ttrpg project that got shelved and may not see the light of day again*
… So instead of that, I’ll give you something fresh. I borrowed some inspiration from the Cherokee. I wanted to gender-swap the audience’s usual expectations. Stanza breaks need edits and will be adjusted better as time goes on. So here it goes… “Once Upon a Time…”
Nuhí was born eternal
Fire and flame
Source of light
Provider of warmth
The harmony bringer
Her wings the starsong
Of our sun and skies
Her love radiated outward
Gifting each day with her
Passionate blessing.
But without a place
To call her own,
Her fire burned endless
Consuming as it warmed
Harming as much as helping,
The warmth that
Nourished flower and field
Burned, yielding nothing
But a furious sadness
And fallow ash.
The gods saw this
But did not despair.
They knew
she needed a place
To be at peace,
Where her passion
Could rest
Each night
To begin anew
Each day.
So they created for her
A man of stone
named Awen.
Limestone rich soil
Waves of trees for hair
Timber oak, fir, and birch
Further than any
Eyes could see.
But she did not see him
At first, flying
Too high, till
Clouds of thought
burrowed in his forehead,
Wisps of worry
And damp moss
Mushroom scented
Root rot decomposing
Weary and alone.
Nuhí flew by one day
The fates wouldn’t allow Awen
To worry overlong, after all,
And her elation was rapturous
She set aflame
The wisps of worry
The clouds and the doubt
Twisting and turning about
His stone, the warmth the yearning
As he and his patience
Waited and watched in joy
Till she found herself ready
To burrow there within
the peaks of love,
Furrowing in the valley of Awen,
We know now as
The valley of the sun.
June 8th, 2025 Prompt: Be thoughtful, take notice of something in the world around you. Show its antecedents and its consequences. Maybe start it off with the word “consider”, perhaps possibly.
June 9th, 2025 Prompt: Write about something/someone you find beautiful despite the rest of the world disagreeing (they’re obviously wrong, so that’s a them) problem anyway)
Best wishes everyone, back to enjoying the last nights of vacation. Thought hugs all around.
Poetry With Hart 
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