The Poetry Marathon

For the comfort, of resting in my bed

For the pleasure, of another encounter with thee

For the peace, of another dawn

For the grace, of the line drawn

hard in the sand

For the joy, of  music’s steady beat

For the understanding, of truths left untold

and for the mystery they still hold

Keep your lamps

trimmed And burning

The end of night is near

Only four more poems,

Music to our ears

Children don’t get weary

Keep your lamps trimmed

and burning

Echoing in my ear

Poetess with pen in hand

Draws near

Children don’t get weary

The finish line we’ll clear

I’m done.

Done with you.

You came for truth

I came for you

Too much time

Out loud

On my knees

You’ve crossed the line

A sign

On my knees

Life goes on

After years

Against the machine

Coming over

Killing everything

Your eyes looked

And don’t feel

Life goes on

**Lyrical Blackout Poem ~ “Our Love’s Funeral” by Raccoon Raccoon

Oh, Summer Solstice

longest day of the year

We’ll enjoy more sunshine

Let’s go out and play

Frolicking with Fae

Creative fires burning

Celebrate the harvest coming

As forbidden fruits, keep growing

Elder knowledge, flowing

Mother Earths heartbeat

Audibly humming

Buzzing

I remember the last 8 track player, in my dad’s automobile

I listened to B sides of my 45s
Stinging like bee~ Muhammad Ali

I twirled my fingers through
Tightly twisted spirals
Still attached to walls.

For hours on end.

I called the operator, to get the time correct

Or to call collect.

I have paid a quarter, where superman once changed.

Nowhere to be found today.

That’s tech~
passing by

Here I am
In the middle of the night

Pushing myself
Trying to get my words
Perfectly right

Seeking more of my own
Inspiration
More, than ever before
Faith, in my own poetic finesse

Carries me forward
To the finish line
Down the slippery slope
Of these, sleep deprived
Words of mine

Why take an airplane

I would rather take the train

Or drive in my car

I would rather fly off

the rails, then free fall from

High up in the sky

This is how you sow the seeds.

Is it the tender loving care? Really?

Why did you have to leave so soon.  I truly wish that I had known.

Made bitter by the fact. My momma left like that.

Daughters, we

Learn, to tend the darker things

To weed.  Garden till you’re feeling grounded.

So the pests ~

They won’t fester

Would you, as an angel

Always cry, roses and rain. Have to smile. A lovely gift.

Mother.

To no one else, but me

Them memories, last forever

Long ago, seemingly

After all.  I am my mother’s daughter.

Am, till I too am called

Gone to garden

* Robin Wall Kimerer Quote: done golden nugget style

Water drops keep falling

From the shower head

Stinging my skin

As i wash away

My daily sins

Floral scented suds

Mirrors steam over

Hiding the tears I cry, as

Water drops keep falling

From the shower head

Awakened, ye muses

at hour 9

Creativity spell

burned divine

Music Sing!

Moon shadow

Strain or is it

a Refrain?

Halfway there

No need to fear

We will make it

through the night

My dear