I wept when we reached Sherwood Lane and learned we’d not see your smiling eyes again. Sis and I traveled far praying we would reach you in time. Many hours in the air, clenching armrests on our chair, we shared our hearts and hopes. More than…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Hour 4 THE CAR
I’m doing well, I hope you are. Do you remember In the car That boiling day, The herds of pronghorn We flew past? Your shirt was torn And I could smell The desert heat, Feel the floor mat With my feet. I was afraid to…
2020 Poetry Marathon, Hour 4
Hour 4 prompt: an epistolary poem.
PERIOD PIECES
One day we’ll sit on this couch, we’ll tell each other stories about this day and that, how it all went when we were young, looking at people as they walked by. We’ll pretend you’re a famous artist and I a concert pianist. You’ll make…
Dear Hope
Dear Hope, Where are you? I thought you might check in from time to time. I haven’t heard from you in months. I hope you’re okay. Maybe you are traveling, visiting someone who needs you more than I do. We all need you. Maybe you’re…
Hello (Do you still…) 1/2 marathon poem #4
Hello (Do you still…) 1/2 marathon poem #4 Hello, It’s been a while Do you still lie behind your smile Do you still think I think of you Paranoid in your narrow view. Well It’s been some days Do you still scheme behind your gaze…
Letter to Gram from Stapleton — Aurora, Colorado Prompt 4
Letter to Gram from Stapleton — Aurora, Colorado Dear Gram: It’s been awhile since I wrote. I know, you’d be happy if I wrote you a letter every day but you understand when sometimes it’s a week or more between letters. I use my letters,…
2020 – 4
If I were to write to you, It would be as if all The unspoken words Gathering onto paper To never be sent by Mail, conventional or otherwise. For you are out of reach Of objects, and limited to Thoughts and dreams And memories.
Dear B–
your galaxies of friends still mourn your corn- y brilliant humor. (note: This is based on a form by Lorine Niedecker.)
Poem #4
memories of summertime concrete sidewalks hold the memories of us playing hopscotch and jumping rope in the street playing jacks in rotation on the porch you sitting in your red t-shirt, tan shorts eating an ice cream cone in the middle of july me- leaning…