Prompt 4 A hundred years from now I’ll be nothing but ash and dust Ages gone and ages new Time has gone and go it must The wrinkles will not snatch away the laughs Nor the tears wipe away the past But time as a…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Hour 6: [galloping old time]
galloping old time accrues memories of past- vanishing mirage
A Dog’s Day (Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 6)
A Dog’s Day (Poetry Marathon 2022 – Hour 6) Today we celebrate your birthday. We celebrate you everyday As we take care of you And you give us emotional support. You know how important you are to us And we know how important we are…
Lollipop
Greedily. ..his eyes light up at the sight of the mint and strawberry Lollipop Aye, his eyes literally strain out of their sockets…until he is given it He sucks greedily his beady eyes dancing with delight His belly straining within the confines of his shirt…
Coffee Break
Take a coffee break Make a fresh cup and drink up You will last longer Oh how I need more coffee So better make it stronger
A List Like Any Other
A list like any other Would include purple socks Red pepper hummus A flat-head screwdriver And coffee beans from exotic sounding places A list like any other Would include step by step instructions To a recipe that still needs A couple extra cloves of…
I remember – Half Marathon Poem #5
I remember the taste of your lipstick on the rim of your wineglass The smell of your hands lingering on the pages of the hardback you left unfinished by the bed Sunflower yellow dress hanging in the space left when you packed your bags and…
Way of the Crown
Ever felt the tender kiss of a sunflower? Her scent forever bound to remember It’s soft petals rubbing against your cheek Swaying to the lyrics in the wind like old lovers As it were, alone in a field of dreams. Every whisper, every touch chronicled…
A Place of One’s Own
Anne walks on the warm pavement, wishing for cooler weather, glad to be out of the weeds by the tracks where she hangs out in an old shed by day. She steps up on the sidewalk, checks to see if the bank’s front entry is…
Charcuterie
Charcuterie I need space to knit together the hardbacks that marinate in my brain. I need to unload this satchel of syrupy savory verbs, Noun tannins swirl the bouquet like merlot, Cluster of umami clauses. I need to slice sheets of extra sharp perspective….