The Poetry Marathon

Where you are today

is NOT where you have to stay

The freedom of choice

Is still ours to make

Sister’s raise your voice

Burnt to ash

The phenix rises

We have the power

We’ve been led astray

Start exactly

Where you are today

Burnt to ash

The world crumbles

In mother’s womb~ rejoice

Where will tomorrow lead

If freedom does not ring

The

Choice

Should be

Ours to make

Not a power grab

For them to take away from us

Never thought I’d see the day, where that freedom slipped away.

Remembering the horror stories of days gone by; with coat hangers, butchers with dirty knives.

Removed from the nail

As it hung by the door

Her sunflower satchel

Had just enough space

For a few of her favorite things

A hardback journal filled with drawings and poetry. Her favorite rose`, with a wineglass.  Some chedder cheese, perchuetto, and of course strawberries.

Her softly padded feet, barely heard on pavement

At the ol’ oak, she spread the contents making herself at home in its shade.

Mom,

Its been a while since I’ve wrote you.  Life is always coming at us head on.

You’d be so proud of your grandbabies 🥰

Cas graduated with her Masters and was just recently promoted to a training position.

Your tinkerbell is growing into a wonderful mother, and gardner Your great grand baby is her mini me.  The mothers curse worked 🤣

So much has changed since you left.  You are missed deeply by us all. We speak of you often.

With my nest now empty and them so far away, I am now the one to drive such a long way. The tornado, while through their homes I parade.  I sound more like you, every fucking day 🤣

Me and Bit are taking Vivi on her first road trip.  I will play on the road again, and I promise to teach her happy feet.

I worry for Daddy, keep your eye on him, and us. Always.

Love you more than 2 whole gallons of chocolate milk momma, miss you even more

❤ always

Mandy

the divide

Between

Life~

and murder

Is palpable

In a land

That’s been

My home

My heart broke

When my child spoke

In the land of the free

My rights

were just stripped

Of me

the right to choose

should ALWAYS be

fingers press

bows slide

against strings

strapped to

formed wood

creating symphonic

harmony

sweet, playful

melody

Just past the starting line

Up too early ~ life divine

“And miles to go before I sleep.”*

Here I am ~ for 24 hours

Each hour, my mile

As my words begin to pile

22 more now, before I sleep

On the edge of each line

Empty until the ink

Starts flowing

How many words

How many lines

Many pages filling

“And miles to go before I sleep”

Quote from Robert Frost “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening”

My very own

cloud shaped ~ concrete hole

filled with chlorinated

sparkling water

painted toes

sun-kissed skin

oiled up and set

to float

a quiet

serene place

to Be

unique diamonds

through movement

looking deep within

crystal clear

shadows cast

in the shell

of blue below

The  forbearance of leaving

My friends at the half

Seemed logical

There’s a new princess

Due anytime now

the Poetess thought

As her heart longed for words

Long after midnight

That magical time

where headphones rock her

through to the morning light

Alone

Though not through her plight

those Word Temptresses

Still sauntering by

Clasping my hand

Saying “come let’s write”

As I sit here contemplating

Completing the down hill slip

Of the annual event I wait for

Like a child at Christmas

As We sit here waiting

For your blessed arrival

I’m on call

As we walk along each day, closer

We ponder who you’ll be

We wonder, what will ignite your passion.

For we each have our own

Music, Art, Words, Magic

Our imaginations not limited by our intelligence

We dare grow beyond.

Never forget, Nanny loves you