Waxen Wings Heavy mist clouds my vision, obfuscates sun chills my laborious mountain climb to the summit I believe the precipice will reveal truths about life and death, love and loss I breathe thin air, soak in weak rays Icarus flew too…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Time Slows
The sound of nothing becomes a constant here at 6,000 feet: flies buzz, wind rustles treetops. The heat wafts up from the draw. We feel slow. Slow muscles. Slow to answer. Slow to think. It’s almost like sleepwalking through our days. There is hauling water, taking…
Hour 5: A Limerick for Caboose (my boyfriend’s dog who looks like a potato with legs)
Hour 5: A Limerick for Caboose (My boyfriend’s dog who looks like a potato with legs) There once was a dog called Potato, who like to play down in the stream, but when he was done, washing mud was no fun. And he thought…
Crests and Troughs (Hour 5)
The pinnacle of the cliff Holds my view stiff Along the trough, the boat is empty Gentle in its sail, its promise is scanty At that frightening top, I am closer to the sky They said it’s the limit, to the earth I…
Hour 5
Sometimes it’s hard to see past your own nose But out here on this boat endless sky above me I am reminded how small I am how small my problems are They used to think the world was flat Some still do They used…
Do You Love Me? – A Song
Do You Love Me? – A Song I prayed to the LORD, And wondered why The LORD had not heard my cry. Then I prayed to the LORD on bent knees, And this is what He said: “Do you love me?” I prayed to the…
Prompt 4 (Poetry Marathon)
A letter to rain You’ll see the summer city soon, just like how I promise you that noon. I hope you’ll see the things you want to see. you’ll create a good new memory I’lI always know you’re more than just an emotional dude….
The Cabin Prompt 5
The Cabin Her grandfather had built the cabin for her grandmother in 1963. Trees cleared from the property to make space for it in the wilderness had turned into logs that made sturdy exterior walls. Inside there was a central living room with bedrooms…
After Life
After the betrayal After the heartbreak After the ultimatum After the screams and the tears and the collapse. After the blame After the lawyers After the settlement After the removing and the replacing. After the silence After the worry After the guilt After the insecurity…
Looking up
3 Haiku poems I’m looking upward the fresh yellow buds of Spring promising future. Spring buds appearing framing a sweet blue sky viewed when slipped on mud. Spring buds remind me winter work is done for now start planting flowers!