The Poetry Marathon

The universe is infinite.
And I am but a speck. 
So if I tip the scales a bit
is there some balance I'll upset? 

Or is it possible perhaps
that if you gave me half a chance
I’d disrupt the status quo 
and challenge what you think you know? 

And if you opened up your mind.
Might it be that you would find
the universe is ever changing
now and always rearranging. 

Becoming new and shedding old. 
In a state of constant growth. 
So come on, join me
if you dare- 
together let’s ascend those stairs. 

Disturb, disrupt, extend our reach. 
And for dessert devour that peach.

(more…)

The moon has risen high tonight. 
Although it wanes, 
it still shines bright.

Energized by its lunar light,
I bask in moon glow 
as I write.

I’ll thank you in advance for this.
I appreciate a well-placed kiss.

Small kindnesses aren’t small to me.
Just be yourself and I’ll be me.

With acts that match our loving words.
We’ll create a love that doesn’t hurt.

We’ll find the joy in every day.
And welcome tears along the way.

We’ll be genuine in all we do.
Dear Future Love, I summon you.

Make a wish.
Let it take seed.
I hope it grows
all that you need.
I hope you find
all you look for.
I wish you love
and so much more.

I’ve packed my bags.
I’m taking off.
Don’t say goodbye
or try to stop me.

You had your chance
to treat me well.
You blew that chance.
Now go to hell.

I’m off to find
a brighter day.

I can see it from here.
I’m on my way.

I stand upon a barren ground.
It’s time to start anew.
I’ve never walked this path alone.
I’m not sure what to do.

The past is gone, and it’s unknown
just what the future holds.
With courage I must carry on.
I must be strong and bold.

I see scorched earth
at every turn.
As tears run down my cheeks.
But I can’t let myself give up
or give in to feeling week.

I’m thirsty for a drop of grace
and hungry for some sweet.
But I steady myself and forge ahead
upon my own two feet.

I know that I can survive this.
I’ve survived so much before.
And though this is the worst so far,
there are better days in store.

I walk through the wasteland of my past
and gaze up at blue sky.
I feel the hope within me grow
and hold my head up high.

It came to me
in a restless sleep.
Not quite a dream
but a knowing deep. 

That the life we shared 
was about to change. 
That the future we’d planned for
would be rearranged.

When I awoke the next day
to the glaring sunrise, 
you were already gone, but  
I wasn’t surprised.

You can’t erase 
our history 
or fabricate 
reality. 

You can’t just close 
the door on us 
and think I won’t 
put up a fuss. 

The past we shared
is sacred still.
No matter that our 
future's killed.

You can't erase 
all that we meant. 
Some love stories
are permanent.

I lost myself along the way somewhere.
Most people around me didn’t care.
Or maybe they didn’t notice at all
that I seemed headed for a fall.

I took myself down to the water’s edge.
Immersed in the depths of my regret.
Absolved myself in the sun’s warm glow.
And remembered all that I used to know:

That my roots run deep
in my native land.

That the earth will ground me
despite shifting sands.

That time well spent isn’t lost at all.
That the rising is greater than the fall.

That the home I sought
was always close at hand.

And that I’m welcomed and loved
in my true homeland.

Sweet girl
your reality 
was never what 
it was meant to be. 

So instead 
you dwelt in fantasy. 
And created a life
as you hoped it could be. 

I'm grateful to you
my Strawberry Girl, 
you helped me survive 
a brutal world.