Do you have rules about work He may work a 9-5 But if I work a 12-9 And sometimes a 10-10 But occasionally a 1-3 Who wins
Category: Half Marathon Poem
To the boy
There is a boy I had once known Who was always quiet and always alone He never had friends and never would talk He always kept his head down when he would walk I never spoke to him or tried to be his friend…
Prompt Two
to be stewards of this planet and her inhabitants… of easy wind and downy flake[1] that is my hope for our world’s sake to face a winter we can take and in its promise, a future make where all the words that glitter, are…
Homage to Frost: A Snowy Evening – Hour 2
A Glösa created the first stanza of Frost’s poem I’m headed out into the snow A moonless night, as home I go. Firs and pines all laden white; whose woods these are, I think I know. I muse this land belongs to Joe…
An Unbroken Dream
Where lies a feverish unbroken dream Not here, in this twisted rowdy land I cover my eyes to the howls and shrieks Tugs on my body beg me to turn away And listen to boresome tales from morons Hungering for money for their shiny things…
prompt 2: dark and deep
dark & deep ~ with apologies to Robert Frost the woods so lovely conifers unfamiliar to a prairie dweller tall spires of green as deep as night as dark as grief I look for you among the trees turn to catch a shadow movement…
2022 poetry marathon hour 2 – “the fading fae forest”
2022 poetry marathon hour 2 – “the fading fae forest” Prompt line chosen from “Stopping by woods on a snowy evening” by Robert Frost ~line selected: ‘Whose woods these are I think I know’~ The woods were astonishingly beautiful They were They WERE…
The Darkest Evening of the Year (Hour 2)
“The darkest evening of the year” -Robert Frost, Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening the first time you hold his neck he tells you that it is a palace only a queen enters you tell him you are his queen then he shows you…
Strength
Spend your whole life an Other until the Other becomes the trend now they want our story when theirs can’t match and why would they want it anyway oh wait. they always have because our strength frightens them and weakens them more wouldn’t trade a…
The Trees Speak
“Whose woods these are I think I know,” You can’t really own us, though. You tell yourselves, “Those trees are ours,” but no one owns the leafy bowers or fragrant flowers. We gracious beings share your lives; You count us up by tens and…