Drifting away in dreams; Musing the day, it seems
Category: Half Marathon Poem
#6 Purple Purpose
Will my voice matter? is every writer’s quest question, coping quicksand not the sound as it sputters and reverberates into the throat but the worry hovering at the back of self- importance. Choked by diffidence, I’m supposed to write for myself because I’m called to…
Skay Hour 6 Ideal day
Haiku Whiffs of floral scent fills the twilight garden path A bird sings her song.
Ekphrastic Haiku, Hour 5
Who knew the real gold in these mountains was sunshine and summer tourists? Umbrellas, useful whether it rains or sun shines, our all-weather friends. Heart carved into bark. I hope the love lasts as long as the tree counts rings. On the cusp of night…
6: I’m Gone
Been listening to One Fast Move Or I’m Gone the soundtrack to Kerouac’s Big Sur and it’s as if I’ve been listening for years never stopping always looping and making the lyrics my life even when I’m not sure of every word and even when…
Hour 6
As my daughter naps on my lap On the couch Under her baby blanket I wish I didn’t want more More time More things More energy Because she should be enough It is not that I wish for more From her But for her For…
Half way
I won’t give up I’ve never been a quitter If you ask my mother thinking thoughts like that are surely a sin We will all win So long as we keep pushing until the end But just right now, a nap would be good though….
Edith
We only found out about you a few years back, A family we didn’t know we had, How painful it must have been to let him go, Your sweet, clever, handsome little boy, So many questions we’ll never have the answers to, So close, yet…
Hour 6: Prompt 6: Perfection
Wind blowing ever so slightly the breeze hits my arm sending a calming sense of satisfaction through every hair it breaks through. The sun, just behind the cotton like clouds never truly peeking out just there enough for it to be seen. A light drizzle…
An Ideal Day (Hour 6)
An ideal day I am not alone. Comfortable companionship. Low key. Unstructured. I laugh. A lot. My eyes water. I cry. A little. Tears because I am touched. Not because I am sad. Everything fits. Shoes. Clothes. Emotions. Weather so gentle that it stays in…