The Poetry Marathon

My falling tears are onion skins

Flaking in the day

I cry

The smell carries old socks worn with purpose

As Uncle Tom chuckles at my state

I wake in the wild
a long dream forgotten

I love the feel of darkness licking my fiery skin
Where all roads lead to shadows and the anticipation of sin
Alone in a wood burning with desire
You light the way with your eternal fire
A beckon to call
A moment to grasp
You make the shadows jealous of your cast

As ready as I can be 🙏 this is my fifth time doing the marathon and I love it! Good luck to everyone and make sure you stay hydrated

my feet hit the waves and I know 
it is home my hands touch the fern
and I know I am not alone 
The moon looks away while 
I kiss the sky 
because this gift of innocence 
is hard to deny 
I have never wanted or needed much 
but a tender spot under the clouds 
to feel the love

I have yet to know his name 
but I know his face 
I know his slim features 
and his blue as the ocean eyes
his scruff of fuzz 
he claims is a beard 
his chiseled face it clings to
I know him from the top 
of his crown of dark brown hair
to his dirty Converse low tops 
I know he carries a degree in art 
but loves to write 
I know he loves cooking and Bluegrass music
He can take your breath away on the dance floor or in the kitchen
he visits me often when I think about 
who is next in my life 
I have had his picture in my mind for a very long time
he is out there 
and I have nothing but time to wait 

nature's magic 
cures most ills
even a broken heart
if you let it

When I am really sleepy 
is when I miss arms around me 
curling up into someone 
feeling safe 
in order to drift away for a bit 
safe and completely relaxed

eyes float across the vast
a room filled with darkness can be any size 
but a small amount of light 
can help you find your bearings