The Poetry Marathon

Disempowered and ignored

Misunderstood and disrespected

you don’t want help

nothing good will come from this

phone addiction reframes self talk

slightly lifting a drop in energy

affecting mood and feelings

turning nervousness into confessions

should you try to see yourself through the lens of others

Inside Storybooks

Vertical Lines

are never boring

they lead to magical staircases

and porcelain vases

creating a whimsical vibe

of drifting imaginations

bouncing up winding staircases

to new world

Like Suitcases

stuffed full

closets hide

what we expect

not to see

life is not always

as we see it

sensory sensitivity

makes me stuff

shame under carpets

in shoeboxes on shelves

into trashbags

Let me get through the day,

I will deal with tomorrow, tomorrow.

A touch of sun

draws me near

discarded entry ways

creating a underpass

that never takes light

for granted

A secret escape

we never heard of

to a little town

dressed in layers of

harvest moons

and throw blankets

warm tea and cocktails

bonfires with flavors of our favorite music

plunging into saucy cooking

roasting next to pounding moments

leading us closer than we could ever think

Each Season

smells differently

cinnamon pairs well to adventures to the Bayou

beware of tremors caused by insects

wandering through the gulf coast

Elbows scarred by skimping on sunscreen

Buckets of comfort filled with

southern memories

The secret is in appreciation

for both the light and dark

Never clearly imagining

the temporariness of this realm of life

you are also a creator

of your own destiny

Wooden swings are a beloved classic

plucked memories of rising dandelions

its petals cushioning footsteps

leaving this swing

accessible regardless to iron gates

and locked fences

accomodating to lush landscapes

and joy

Bravery

is in being alone

and afraid

it is sometimes wreckless like

driving asleep at the wheel

lt is in letting thoughts resonate

through your mind to your ears

you feel connected

flowers have never broken your heart

your voice is silent

as you view yourself in relation

to the flower field space surrounding you

the sum of life is not handcuffed to potential

but in bravery

by not doing what everyone else does

a realization appears that it

lightens your soul

The assignment was to clean

and arrive on time

the chair is the only thing left behind

it was pretty

like you left a little piece of god

with those flowers

you held before leaving

placing them like a hope unborn

in this empty room

motionless