Old Lady January Birthdays Generally cold, it often snows. Now that I’m old, my grey hair shows. When skin was tight, we’d all drink liquor and party all night. Now parties end quicker. We’d drink too much and then regret it. Now…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Hour 10: A Need For Seasons
Now, at this long end of June, Unplug those showy winter lights. Leave them to crumble. And year after yawning year, More slowly than Your own beauty grows Then goes away, Begin to comprehend The solemn logic of Candles in December.
A Christmas Memory
Dear Sister do you remember at Christmas when we were young and had so much fun I recall us climbing down the stairs, Silently so that know one could hear It was before the day’s first light Just to discover and to our delight The…
MAHJONG
An endless game, much like fooling myself. If one game doesn’t work out, you can always do it again. It’s nothing but a simple tile arrangement and a matter of choice — who to marry, where to live, to keep or not keep a pet,…
Hour Ten
Sun and Soul All round me are words, and words and words, today the world is a little more my own. I don’t know politics but I know the names, it was hot, so hot, before the eunuchs came. What is this drink but…
2021 Poetry Marathon, Hour 10
As much as I like the image, I went with the text prompt for Hour 10. In keeping with the season we shall observe the ritual as we have done for many years now long enough that the practice from which we turned away has…
THIS TOO SHALL PASS
This time of mourning because you left Mother it is hard everyone seems so weak Your voice in the morning when you try to wake us up Won’t be heard anymore and the way that you laugh Your absence dear mother is a thing we…
Hour Ten
January Birthday With a birthday in early January He has to accept the nearness to Christmas, Joint presents and second thoughts For wishing him a happy birthday When surely Christmas and New Year Were not even finished with? To add to the ill-timed nature of…
Liz’s Woodpeckered Tree – HOUR TEN
Liz’s Woodpeckered Tree (Inspired by my painting, LIZ’S WOODPECKERED TREE and from 2013 and a photo taken of same tree in Spring 2021) Over 50 years ago you stood proud arising from rocks, erect and full of life yet time brought on…
A Threaten Torch
A Threated Torch A threatened torch I carry, To a promised victory. From every tempter, task and foe, I must swiftly flee. Though fears and torment taunt me, My mission fixed – I see, Appointed and anointed To reach my destiny. A threatened…