Inevitable (Brandy Goodman Poem #7) Some people wail and cry Others scream and shout But a writer writes To get it all out. But what do you do When you set pen to page And every possible emotion Fights for center stage. All these warring…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
No To-Do List Morning
Start fresh, sun through windows, bright or clouded, it doesn’t matter. Coffee burbles into the pot. Its acrid scent, an empty page, and a purring cat on the table are enough. Not quite silent. Through the open door, wind rattles limbs, sings through the leaves,…
Hour 6: Qi
Qi So it begins — not too early I’ve never been one to court dawn — breath and fluid motion, cultivating life energy Deep breath, cleansing breath, …
A poem called Poetry.
poetry. *yells in anguish* that is all.
Greatest Fear
Fear Distressing emotion Impending danger, evil, pain Threat Whether real or imagined Fear the worst Pray never happen Fear of being alone Being a bad mommy Not making my mom happy Not succeeding The discipline of my child My future The world Men Niggas on…
hour 5 god made me haunted like this god makes me haunt & so now this is yours
try two if not three try four four decades of trying & learning & trying just a little further around the bend & im still trying not to cry : why is crying so hard you’d think id have learned by now the only way…
Midlife love made simple
All I want to do with you, baby is share a joint, and chocolate ice cream, talk about our traumas, listen to groovy music on the floor, and make-out like teenagers.
Favorite Day
An ideal day: Waking to an aroma: wintry morn: eggs and peppers and mushrooms and onions frying any other season: the gentle breeze carries the perfume of budding or flowering plants outside the window. breakfast fuels my body, preparing me for whatever tasks are awaiting…
A year later (old poetry)
I put your hands around my neck and waited for you to squeeze and when you did, I was the scared one. I waited for you to catch on fire like i did for you but i knew you were water. you turned into steam…
Universal Wonder
Minutes…hours…days… months…. years…. since your lips brushed mine splitting open the night since your hand slid over rounded hips, eased open moist thighs since your fingers reached for the center of everything splintering starlight… splashing joy on my soul