#7 poetry marathon : lunch


time to refresh, breathe through a homemade squeezed watermelonrich in red with white seeds,
be careful not to swallow any seeds.

May grow a watermelon tree inside. As the myth is told to children.

watermelon…a heavy fruit
yet like the 90% water we containthis fruit is practically water disguised in a heavy weighted ball.

A refreshing and an aromatic way to stay cool

this summer.

#6 poetry marathon: Autumn arch


the changing of leaves gives

entrances and exits a whole new meaning.

The air is crisp and light.

Here was an arch like many from the Castille region in Spain

marking our footprints in the ground on this beautiful day.

# 5 poetry marathon: Times’ a changin’

As the hustle and bustle rushed by,
several actors trying to reach their rehearsalgot lost.

“what happened to that seedy restaurant?”
This square as remembered was a bit more dark, dirty with specific cast of characters of its own.

Not this multicolored, flashy, overcrowded shopping mall square.

The square used to hold an essence of character:
when you would walk to the train. hail a cab, or see a show.

It was a place to encounter but never dwell upon a resting post.

Even the musicals seem vaguely familiar….yet the story is buried upon all the colorful costumes, sets, and overly dramatic acting.

This place….has lost its gritty character full of obscure smells and sounds.

As Marlon Brando, Vivian Leigh, and Frank Sinatra reentered their hotel suites and contemplate their day in a city and industry that seems far away from the times of their stardom.

#4 poetry marathon: Ropotics

command this
control this
option (alt) that
everything happens …beep, beep, beep, blip, blip, blop.

clickety click per minute.
click. beep. blip.click, click, click, blop.
click, click, click, beep, beep.
sound system of our lives.

Time. Fast.
not enough time.

causes our bodies to break down
cortisol to increase (beep. beep. beep. beep!!!!)Melatonin to decrease (ahhhh!)

Whatever happened to thyme.




#3 poetry marathon : Two fishing poems.

One, Two, Three,…. fishes

read the nursery rhyme.

Early risers heading out; in a school.

These risers may find a snack

yet…The snack was just a quick gasp to their death.

A lucky fishermen yells, “what a catch!”

You aren’t lucky yet….it might snatch

an escape route back to its school.

Fish are smart, don’t be a fool.


a day at the lake

with a pole and bait, can’t wait

to catch a fresh fool.

#2 blindness (poetry marathon)

the air was crispthere were shadows otherwise all was dark.

Walking, more like a stroll


eyes like rocks so heavy, unable to open.

A streak of light answered, ” good morning!”


To be honest….is it morning or is it night?

The light has a warmth gathered together in its brightness.

Could it be that soft moonlight that appears on a partly cloudy night as one walks through an evergreen forrest of alders, pines, and cedars

and the echoe of crickets along the silent movement of nasty mosquitoes ready to land on their next culprit?

All i see is light.



As the sun came up

the warmth spread down under.

Waking up sea anemones, star fishes, fishes, dolphins, to start off the day.

The fishes pass each other in a hurry to get to their morning location filled with delicious food.

Dolphins play with a smile.

There is always that big bad …. shark.

Makes a slow encounter to the surface, slyly looking for its breakfast.

As it comes all creatures turn down their smiles and remain still or swim far away as the warmth became cold.

As the shark meanders on its way

all comes back with a smile.

Beginning a new day, today.