When the brain cracks The mind loses tracks   Man is but a mere freak Freaking out with a streak What is left of the mind’s trick   Let us return to the garbage dump Where lost souls gather to lump   Together their tales…

My Brother Tree and I commune every day, this wise and kindly sugar oak, I receiving strength, peace, and courage from him.   I do not know what he receives from me. I cannot fathom what I could offer such a being as a tree….

How you tremble When I kiss your lips The way you touch me With your finger tips When you smile How only you do The look in your eye When I look at you Where you touch me In the center of my soul What…

The sound bubbles up out of his chest as he watches Sally, our Pyrenees, run the perimeter of the place. She’s on duty, only stopping to sniff, until she makes it back to her starting place at our feet. She drops, rolls onto her back,…

The Joke (Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 11) The other day you told me something Funny you read on facebook I reacted by clicking the wow Icon As I almost fell off my chair. I’ve never been good remembering jokes, Sometimes I remember the punchline…

Prompt: “Write a poem about laughter without ever using the words, laugh, laughter, or giggle.” Being funny comes naturally to you. A day never goes by that I don’t chuckle. Sometimes, I can’t breathe, gasping for air, holding my belly, an eruption waiting to happen….

Your bare chest ripples beneath my cheek as creases sprout beside your eyes and my phone vibrates with missed calls but I don’t want to hear anything else except the way the air crackles when you take your next breath and how the birdsongs fade…

My body is the only enclosed space where I don’t feel claustrophobic.

THAT’S FUNNY   I am tickled pink; at the antics of you . . . Entertainment at it’s best . . . it shakes in my belly! I need this; for these blue days . . . Things are not . . . exactly at…

Hour eleven poem, based on the image prompt: