It can change their future — submitted to The Lark poetry competition — If I knew then what I know now I would have asked the question That single fact now the reason why passion felt fuels intent Lessons learned become knowledge shared and to that I am beholden They need to know I will make it so and for them I am humbled They are living proof we can’t deny the consequences of our behavior They deserve and rightly so the full extent of our…

A ‘pass it on’ micropoem — she said, he said quick, pass it on relay, hearsay right is now wrong you say, I say the joke’s on them I laugh, you laugh we’re not dead! © Carolyn Hastings 2022 Written in response to Paper Poetry’s Week 23 prompt: pass it on. Inviting all to join the…

GiaB prompt #2–24: travel — Memories of my first ‘overseas’ trip are as sparse as clouds in the fresh morning-blue of a summer sky. Such was the vista that greeted us when we emerged from our cabin. That’s how Mum recalled it. …

A legacy or a liability? — Greetings one and all wherever you may be, It’s great to have you here in whatever capacity you’re in. Another day, another week to be grateful for sharing this space with you. 🙏 💞 Last week, Suntonu Bhadra informed us that he and his partner had contracted covid and were…

Another 200-word one-sentence prose poem — If you’re contemplating writing a convoluted, long-haul sentence that appropriates a flighty reader’s attention, then you’ll need the skills of a dare-devilish, stunt-performing prosateur to outmanoeuvre the fickle, grammar joystick in every, and then some more, directions while all the while — and by that I mean, simultaneously — navigating…

A #StandWithUkraine cinquain poem — It’s 2022 a year not lived before yet mad men of the world have plunged us into war again! You would hope that by now with history pages turned past is ne’er repeated war’s lessons we’d have learned for good! But here we are today a blood bath in Ukraine threat’ning to spill over if we don’t use our brains better! Problems cannot be solved invading…

Tossed around in a prose poem — She went on and on forever complaining ad nauseam about everything under, over, and all around the sun, as if she were the only one in the universe with a tongue attached to tensile talking apparatus and a gripe about how abysmally she’d been wronged, and yet, if you took…

I didn’t sign up for this! — Glorious rain! ka-ping, ka-ping, ka-ping It stimulates my scalp I feel so alive! Effing rain! Schmalch, schmalch, schmalch It makes my skin itch I must get inside! Walking in the rain A font from the heavens Bless me, Lord my Maker There’s really nothing better Drowning in the rain A fate…