bright colors splashed on tight, white canvas to convey hopes unrealized and boundless new dreams cast to the winds of chance eyes painted bright and full with the promise of tomorrow… tomorrow… tomorrow.
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Alone
The world is a horrible place With cruelty that is too hard to face And you feel like you’re sinking down And that you might drown You cry yourself to sleep Because your sorrows are so deep You feel like there’s nothing left to…
Luzdelmes
Her Mother was inspired by her little daughter The emergency of her words, The worries about the trees, The concerns about the forest, Nature was speaking to her, I couldn’t listen, The Common House is waiting Embrace it! Luzdelmes began… @maritzam-mejia – Hour 4
Prompt Four (still keeping with a theme…)
The Stage Set Maybe we could eat blackberries together now that my days will sprawl into tomorrows with the ease of a cat, jumping from rooftop to rooftop Maybe we could dance under a marmalade moon, harvested with songs of the past, twirling into twilight’s…
Humbled (Cont)
Humbled (Cont) You don’t have to hear the words spoken to hear a voice. Read what they’ve written with care and attention. Look beyond our own voice and feelings. In person, facial expressions and body language speak loudest. Watch, show understanding and empathy. The…
Poem No. 3 A Morning Walk
Early morning walk in Whitton Park I walk slowly with my stick in Whitton Park meditating on the morning dew I walk I see the seasons change and rejoice a carpet of bluebells in the month of May I see. Their perfume wafts and…
Love
Like gossamer silk Like honey unfiltered Like jam in doughnut Like air refreshing Like mist at dawn Like red rose petals Like sweetness, beauty and goodness combined
To Be Loved
To be loved to feel cared about to know love to listen and hear love That’s life with love.
Hour 4/No Holding Back
“I cross the street without an arm to hold me back” — They Both Die At the End Cross the street don’t glance back because walking in fear is walking in darkness Don’t let the world hold you back, fight inertia add bumps…
Poem 4-Hour Four- Voices of the Climbing Fir Trees by Ingrid Exner
Voices of the Might Fir Trees ring from a high- “Climb! Despite all, you must climb!” “As the rock moves-so do we. Climb!” “We climb because we must!” Our life is balance and a climb to the top and, climb we must. Anchors of soil…