It’s just a pan, right? Sure, usually it’s meant for baking a cake not a roast beast. It’s just a memory, right? This flashback to when I’d make the cake and Momma would make the fudge sauce. It’s just silly, right? These tears threatening to…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Hour 8 : Just Another Friday Night
Just Another Friday Night (a Gigan) Three queers are kissing in a sports bar shaved head, sceptum piercing and tuxedo jacket * Three queers are kissing in a sports bar losing the jacket and adding their sweat to the one of those who come…
Hour 9: Prompt 9: Blanket of Snow
The blanket of snow reminds me of the simpler times Days of no worries Days of no requirements needing met Day that did nothing but sooth the soul and quiet the mind Oh how I miss those simpler days
2022 Poetry Marathon, Hour 9
Hour nine poem, based on the prompt:
Chocolate & Arepas
Hot cocoa brings me home In cold days, Warm me up. Arepa brings me to Mom’s kitchen In nostalgic moments, Comforts my soul. Mix ingredients Round the dough, Put it on fire. Wait for a moment and… Get back home! (Hour…
09: Lavashak
Prompt: “Look in your cupboards and find a food that brings up a childhood memory, and the memory is your prompt” It’s called lavashak, fruity leather goodness. I sit in the garden the stray cat looking for something as delicious as what I have in…
Poem 9 Hour 9 Prison
Falling into depression; my mind won’t shut off, the hate won’t stop. I am locked in my dark prison again. Crying out with no sound.
Hour 9 – 2022 (an Original) ©️
Trigger Warning: trauma, loss, grief, depression. 5th hour blues, Melancholic hues of dread and doubt; Nothing left to bemuse. The silence echoes, without cues. Walking through the fog, Shoes heavy with the sogg of old soul’s yearning… The promises of Greif are…
Fruit Loops
I loved Fruit Loops a sugary cereal made straight from the devil’s dentist However, there was something I loved more than the taste it was the packaging. Call me a weirdo, call me a fruit loop my childhood memory of opening the kitchen cupboard door…
(8th hour) I Once Had a Love
I once had a love, He made me weak He made me nimble He made me feel like the loud cymbal His touch made me tremble His eyes made me shake I often wondered if I was awake Surely, he was the one for me…