The Poetry Marathon

Dorothy knew there was no place like it.

Just as I do.

In your arms,

I am home.

A poet hardly ever receives

             an invitation to write about cheese.

Lack of imagination

            could be the reason

or

            lactose intolerance.

Rod Stewart sang it.

My parents said it.

My roommate played it.

My husband tried it.

The marathon requested it.

So, here goes…

“Wake up, Maggie, I think I got something to say to you.”

$1000 in hard earned cash

My first car

My freedom

My way out

1972 Chevy Impala

Streetlights begin to glow,

And the day goes home for supper.

Cicadas call to the setting sun,

While moonbeams dance in the lazy shadows.

Nocturnal songs on distant winds,

Evening repose.

I am all and enough for me.

I wonder at the sight of babies.

I hear the sound of hummingbird wings.

I see mermaids walking on land.

I want to go to Burning Man.

I am all and enough for me.

I pretend I’m a giant in the land of Lilliputians.

I feel the tick tock of time.

I touch rainbows.

I worry about the homeless.

I cry when animals die.

I am all and enough for me.

I understand what it’s like to be bullied.

I say, there’s no time like the present.

I dream of living on a farm.

I try to eat healthier.

I hope my tattoos don’t fade.

I am all and enough for me.

When I am no longer here

Just be still

And listen.

You will hear my voice

Whispering in the wind.

What has been

Will always be.

Trust me.

Just be still

And listen.

My love,

I do not know

Where the road

will lead us

But one thing is certain:

Wherever you go

I will go.

Wind blowing

Leaves rustling

Birds chirping

A rooster crows

A dog barks

Twigs snapping

Creek flowing

My heart

Happy

If only

I said yes

when you asked

me

to dance with

you

under the stars…