Winding roads fade away, As the journey begins, In the rear view mirror. The vanishing mirages Swallow the distance To the destination and The miles make markers.
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Normal (Prompt 7 3pm)
Normal changed. Everything is strange. I want to scream. Mom, dad, no longer here. This wasn’t what I dreamed. Normal changed. Everything is strange. Does anyone agree?
Not A Normal Poem
I once knew a caterpillar with two heads One named Jeff and the other named Geoff They would always want to head in different directions, but we’re stuck together Like glue on a cold frying pan Jeff was ever the optimist. He would dream of…
Quar
Let me fuck You wrong, And treat You right. I’m sleeping With a pillow I could make You bite. And my wrist Is fucked, Cuz I hold Myself tight. When I go To bed, And miss you At night.
The Beach
The Beach Car trouble on the way to Union Pier Michigan. Martin bent down to look under the hood, came up with face and glasses covered with soot or smoke, what a Chevy emitted under stress. He was startled but fine, like a guy…
Have We Meet?
I live in a small house high above the slum On the street but off the track Into the wood, the green scenery Held by the tall mountains and flat plains But enveloped in a cloud of silence Yet, once or twice broken by the…
What Time Is It? – Prompt Hour 5
The Gift of Time Here’s this…oddly familiar cash box, the sort you use for a yard sale or craft show, I’ve just dug out of the ground where the roses are strangled. To say the previous homeowner had a green thumb would be…
Normal
Everyone and everything is back After a year of being stuck In the same spot For what feels like forever The storm has lifted
Wyoming
A dry heat, Windows down in the pickup, Sunburns in the back. Sagebrush across the road, Sugar beets in the ground, Irrigation makes it happen. My dry desert home, Surrounded on all sides by towering mountains, stark and beauty collide. Star so brilliant, The Milky…
The writer’s high
It is 3pm I find that eating grapes and keeping my favorite song on repeat helps me to think and get the creative juices flowing for the task at hand. Spilling these words of thought on this digital paper carefully crafting a legacy in…