Happiness is simple Something as easy as a birthday party could bring a years worth of joy in the matter of one day
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Hour 8 – Faith
God is gold and green and flowing Like a forest river in evening sun. Every vein runs clear and clean Filled from the rushing source. Angels glow yellow and delicate Like gossamer gingko-winged fairies. They might dance among the clouds Or rest in a young…
DIY
DIY The parent of one of my 10th grade students tagged me in a post about a Do-It-Yourself solution in case of an active shooter. Supply List 1 Heavy duty stainless steel wire rope (with loops) Stainless steel ferrule and stop Stainless steel…
Gigan
We used to play mancala in the evening or on a Sunday afternoon. Newlyweds with time to enjoy each other, laughing at a loss shrugging off a win wanting only the togetherness and something to do. Colored stones clicking moving faster with each round faster…
Princess P
Does my cat think about me as much as I think about her? sometimes I think yes sometimes sometimes I think no
Hour 7 : Kali
Kali To you who came into my life without knocking, who keep opening new doors in my heart every night and morning. I like to joke that you’re not really a cat. That one day a young woman will show up on my doorstep asking…
Crushing It!
This one is going to be tough this poem style of which I have not imbibed Nonetheless I shall attempt my hand at it for what else have I to do My spirit is willing to write of the unknown To pen the voices in…
Change
Life changes so fast And sometimes it’s hard to let go of the past Even a small difference in the simplest of things Discomfort it will bring It’d hard to adapt yourself to new ways And let go of how you used to live…
Prompt 8 – Still
Rest calls to me Dark fathoms dropping like stones into cold waters Weightless, I’m claimed by silence Still
The Collector
he watched over them his collection of robin eggs blue and gray sometimes speckled a dozen eggs filled his heart he didn’t know if they were fertilized but it’s not like he cared about all that every morning he counted the eggs…