The Poetry Marathon

Simple is the REDACTED wrapped around me

The breeze whispers in my REDACTED

I REDACTED down into my lungs

It spreads through  my veins

I carry REDACTED  with each step into the new day

It is my REDACTED my beloved my heart

The days where long and knd of crazy

In winter I was a little lazy

Resting up for the spring

When the weather starts to warm

The caravans they come in droves

Travel Auctions all the rage

Cheep and nasty bloody things

Upgrades needed everywhere

But l am a babby sitter not a manager.

Oh there you are you checky child

In amongst the many tongues

The place where my child hood lives

A story telling hidy hole

The clothes silks from the east

The jewels from the continent

Wooden chests caved intricately of musses dancing wildly

I d say come out , but instead l think you should me in.

In the closer you and l , a private relm of our very own.

Oh there you are my precious dream

Wrapped in sleep inside of me

Curious and wildly free

The maker of midnight tales

Sweet and sassyand just a little craze

I love the way your whispers stay

A memory on my lips as night becomes day.

Our love is  silence on a noisy day

My hand in yours as you walk away

A kiss on the wind searching for a dream

Being there when l need you

The tremor filled the bucket with a layer of fear

My elbow and  cinnamon  flew through the air

The elk grazed in the carport on hand me down beet

It was a lighyblub moment

And l started to run

Down to the bayou

In one jacket in the sun

All l hear is a crazy thought

Replaying over and over

In my head

In my head

All l dream is undecided

Written in greylead

With a rubber handy

With a rubber handy

The future dances,

all halls and plans

I will catch it

I will catch it

Breathing flowers

Tasting rain

Drowning children

Pumping hearts

Crying out for freedom

Tasting flowers

Making friends

Higging children

Calling nature

Giving her CPR

Tasting flowers

Pregnant pause

Rushing home

Catching waves

Growing sunshine

Tasting dlowers

The pieces scattered

Mid dream

Connections worn

Repair unlikely

The grass is greener

I could jump – but the nothingness is vast

I will stay

The alternative is unimaginable

My life is here – linear

In the depths of darkness

You vanished, l lost your smile

It had serstained me

When l was lonely

I remember your hair, our dreams

Hand written notes under my door

Ink stained hands curled together

Giggling

Vanished

Never to return

Never forgiven

Never found

Bones in a shallow grave

A familiar face in a crowded room