Cleaning the closet of my past Tossing out first day outfits And funeral clothes Scuffed shoes and torn hose And scarves with moth holes Dusting off the corners of doubt That hold me back Emptying bag upon bag All seem to be black I’ll replace…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
After- inspired by Yehuda Amicha’s “Before”. (Hour 12)
after the knob has been twisted after the search for the truthful answers after we are transported into that realm after the cutlass cannot uproot the sausages after there are no more spaces to kneel unto after the coldness beneath the ground is exposed after…
hidden worlds – hour 12
as a child, I liked to find little places to hide a shrub, I pretended was a jungle a blackberry bush, where the neighborhood cat joined me and for a short time, my own closet I’d bring in a book and a lamp and for…
Hour 12 – My Closet
My father’s screams get louder as my mother scrambles to help his pain. I can’t take the sound of my big strong father in agony, and I cover my ears. It doesn’t help. My heart races as panic rises within me. I’m afraid to…
Hour 12: “Ancient Greek Ruins”
A swirling stream of captured glimpses, memories highlighted with stone and shadow, wildflower mosaics burying segmented columns and headless statues. Whole universes of civilizations having risen, thrived, deepened, and fallen. Fading, fading. Long before my footsteps dared to touch, long before my mind sought to…
Closet
Dress up Dress down Come out Stay in Store Empty Makeshift Built-in
A view of Love
I thought why not I haven’t written about love the silent glow in one’s heart. The heat in the chest and the nerves in the stomach. Working toward a new beginning sometimes a new relationship but has caring, excitement and whispers of glow. As time…
Hour 12–Closet Clutter
My kind and generous husband occupies just one wall of the closet well, kind of— my clothes intrude even on the back of his closet rail; then there’s the safe for important documents readily available i swear, it was there crap, now i order…
Final Hour, 12/2023 – On Closets
12, Prompted: A closet for me – Age 12, 8, 14 and 3. No hope, No space to just “Be”. Four walls, Blocked doors, A cocktail of norms; No less than toxic… But, It is mine; Changing with time, To a space,…
Hour #12: A Conversation With the Moon
Even though I’m talking to you, Moon…do I believe you are listening? *** I am between relying on a planet and a moon right now…Neptune is a runner up, *** though pretty hard to pin down. Like you, so watery and sort of ADD when…