The Poetry Marathon

a photo of an
image, green rises above
what is night inked dreams

Shell pen ink needs
replacing free flow
writing with faint ink is hard.
I am a pen in need of a refill.
My ideas are burned
out of my cortex
in the wake of
me next work day.

I am a pen in need of a refill.
I need a well font
of new prompts
to jump start poetry.
I am a pen in search of a refilla shelled tool waiting to be chosen to…

Enjoy the rain
under hidden stars
for the duration
that has an end
a year lingers
the unseen mmoon
Masked by rain
above
below
I still feel the pull
of Luna
the tug of will
teeth and fang
I howl at the emptiness beyond

Two Rivers

Two Rivers
Wend their way
One gentle, one

Rapid
I shiver
Vacillating between
Events or home
Rapid or gentle
Save confined or ..