butterfly kisses my cheek its caress gentle i sigh as it flies away
Category: Half Marathon Poem
prompt #3: repeated lines (hawk & mice)
hawk and mice my brain relentless circling like a hawk preying small thoughts flee down holes flee like mice down holes while hawk watches patiently certain of his prey I too flee like mice trembling before the fear hawk its beak rapier…
Comfort
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prompt #3: repeated lines (villanelle)
Real I close my eyes, and all the world falls dead There is no light, no sound, no music rings. I think I made you up inside my head. The housewren in the eaves is real, I said defiant when you told me…
I See a Girl
A deep void of confusion Of babbling voices and concerned stares Looking inside myself A wasted pitiful self Deep in my reflection What do I see? Their whispers and smirks? Their dirty remarks? Their pulling and bullying? No! I see a girl Oily and spotted…
3. A Prayer and Hymn
Dear Almighty God! Dear Almighty God! Dear Almighty God! Safeguard us from this dreaded disease. For those that are afflicted, grant comfort and ease. Remove from this earth , this pandemic. Remove from this earth, any epidemic. For those that have lost their…
Hour 2/Long Run at Dawn
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No. 3 – Ties
No. 3 – Ties They were in the silent phase, for the last month, the brother and sister, after the fight. Neither remembered the cause, just the words. Sister was older and keeper of rules. She decided when to talk again. Brother waited in…
Podcasting opinions
Sit down pull up a chair and listen as I share these stories with you Some will make you laugh others will make you cry Some will leave you wondering if they are all just a bunch of lies. Verbal conversations stoke the fires of…
A Hungry Life (Half Marathon Hour 4)
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