A jasmine climber adorns my room window and bears beautiful fragrant flowers. It knocks against the frosted glass as the soft winds cushion the leaves, Welcomes the sun into my room.
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Torn
Torn I didn’t have a favorite toy, not like Susie and her scruffy bunny, all his cotton fur rubbed off, or Richard with his Lincoln Logs that pushed out of the prairie of the beige rug in his bedroom/family den. I once picked…
Prompt 4
I had so many plans for the trip – castles, burial passageways, concerts, pubs, live music, the site of the 1916 Easter Rising. I wanted to walk back in history, see the life once lived by the grandfather I never knew. I wanted to see…
Depression Rejection
I had a talk with my depression today I told him that I’m tired of the doubt he makes me feel toward myself. I told him that I’m tired of all the self loathing and him controlling all of my emotions. I told him that I’m…
Picture Of The World (Half Marathon 5th Hour)
Michellia Wilson Poetry Marathon Hour 5 (2021) PICTURE OF THE WORLD It hangs on a single nail, openly displayed – from star to earth, a large tapestry of all things celestial; the top in hues of blue, and speckled with stars twinkling, in the bend…
Melissa and Me
When we left home, left our preacher fathers for the parochial school my mother, also a preacher, had attended, we knew nothing. That’s not true. We knew a lot. We could quote the Bible. We knew the words and melodies to dozens of hymns and…
For the Future Generations
Living in the Vermilion River Watershed, published by Western Reserve Land Conservancy, last line of “Plant Communities of the Vermilion River Watershed” FUTURE GENERATIONS WILL BENEFIT FROM OUR COLLECTIVE FORESIGHT TODAY Future generations go even further than The children I birthed, and focus much…
4th Hour – Cat Haiku
Pictures of your cats Is all an A-I asks for To improve your life
Prompt 4 – LM Montgomery quote
Oh! Canada… We used to sing with ramrod straight backs and serious brows of the glorious crown of her majesty while my friends disappeared in the night. “All for the glory of God and country…,” we were told. And yet… the Spirit…
HOUR #4 (“She was, after all, only a rabbit.”—Jasper Fforde, The Constant Rabbit)
She was, after all, only a rabbit, said the moderator, trying to keep the peace during the particularly rowdy debate at the daily All-Squirrel meeting. The rabbit had appeared seemingly lost, foraging for food and was quickly set upon by the squirrel patrol for trespassing….