The Poetry Marathon

Black sandy beaches

with triple moon skies.

Visible planets with colorful rings

Strange cozy cabins, in

Hidden magical realms

Choirs of Angel’s who

Sing you to sleep

Unicorns, dragons  and Fae with wings

Just a few of my favorite imaginary things.

When I cant sleep

When I need to get away

These are the fantasies, I wish were realities.

Where I can write, draw and play.

I’ve been followed

All along

Moon shadow,

Moon shadow

Protected in the

Silvery light

Moon shadow,

Moon shadow

Skipping along

Bards strumming

Their song

Moon shadow,

Moon shadow

Dancing through the night

Till the morning light

Moon shadow,

Moon shadow

Strange little cottage

masked by the tree~line

Her hidden oasis

Where

Fireflies and Fae

zoom through the

summer heat

Her bottle of wine

and heavy porridge

Not helping

her lethargy

Beside a river of words

Poets paddling past

I watch in wonder

All the words

We plop and plunder

Stanzas swiftly sinking

On the paper we

Continue inking

Will they ever see

the light of day?

This Poetess can pray

With courage

Come what may

As a lil’ one

I dreamt of things

Yet to come

Spoke to Spirits

Those that would

Listen

Sensing ~

There’s something wrong

With Me

Praying to a vengeful God

Who, supposedly would save me

Fascinated by flickering flames

And the Knowledge there

Worth seeking

I set out~

Questioning everything

Left pondering

Right or Wrong

Balance is everything.

Playful fingers

Find erogenous

spots along the skin

As the sky turns

From shades of midnight

Into a purple haze, with

Wafting pink clouds

As rays of light, begin

To speckle along the horizon

From the spacious bed

Salty air breezes burst in

Crashing with the roar of the waves

Fingers entwined, they now

Walk along the sparkling shoreline

Toes, licked by the water

The salt now clinging

To their very being

People,  music and laughter

Drowning out the natural sounds

Feeling the rumbling

Feet bare upon the earth

Keenly searching

for discarded

treasures of the sea.

Longing for a Love

That,

once in a lifetime

Everlasting

Shaped from the crusted blood

Of old wounds

That expose us

The beauty, of

Our scarred souls

Everchanging

Hidden in plain sight

Beneath the wooded exterior

Who has the eyes to notice

Who carries that same solace

Tis they who will see

All that we are

All we can be

That is the Love

I long for

Thee

Mom,

I’m participating in this years Poetry Marathon again.  I really wish we had been able to do one together.  You were the reason I started writing poetry in the first place.  “Mandy & Nanny” will always be my favorite.

You were the inspiration for some of my best work last year, as we had just recently lost you.  I have a few that I’ve written over the years about you.  As we write to feng shui our souls.

So much has happened since you left. 2020 has been insane.  Lex ran off to OH and got married.  I made her headpiece from part of your dress. 😍

Cas and Jessi just moved to PA.  She accepted the invitation to study at Carnegie Mellon.  🥰

We lost David and Ralph, I know y’all are partying up there.🤣

Don’t worry about Daddy.  We do Daddy Daughter Days much more often. 😘  We even did a videochat with the girls this past Thursday.😁

We miss you every day.

Love always

💜  Mandy

Tis tragedy they say
That begins to lead us astay
The need to subdue
The unworthyness
Exposed at a tender age
Sex, drugs and alchohol were ALL the rage.

I am me, I am free

Monster, after monster
Subject of physical abuse
And mental torture
Embracing the demons
Relieved the crushing weight
Avoiding reality, for my sanity
Words to paper grew
As I began to explore

I am me, I am free

An emergency, opened the door
To recovery, and spiritual discovery
When I admitted, I was addicted
The heavy cloud of shame shifted
Still working on becoming healthy
Both mentally and physically

I am me, I am free

Ingredients:

1. Commitment

2. Determination

3. Consistency

4. Action

5. Adjust

Directions:

Take your Commitment, add to that your Determination.  Blend with Consistency.   Add Action as needed, and Adjust as necessary.