Hour 5:Waxen Wings

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…

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…

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!