You ain’t fooling me again With that chip on your shoulder With your eyes narrowed with deceit You ain’t fooling me this time With your shady intentions And the lies that surround your smile You ain’t fooling me again Like you did before With your…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Hour 8: “Entropy”
Shadows trickle in the forest, tiny hurricanes of light and darkness, Solar systems beneath branches, flickering throughout the rustling underbrush. A soft tendril slowly uncoils upwards, chasing the fleeting warmth escaping it, taunting it to reach higher. How sad is the fate of such fragile…
One Desert Night
Something going on in the desert. The boy slipped out to get a better look. A bush on fire. Oh, okay. That happened sometimes; an errant lightning strike, probably. He settled a few feet away to keep an eye on it, then became distracted by…
Hour Eight
Image prompt Beach Song Stars alight in summer sky wishes fly on ember wings night dissolves to day.
The Sky Above #8
Sitting wrapped up on the deck under a sky of stars. Northern lights pulsating green. Sun setting into the ocean, rising from the river. The solar eclipse made crescents on the car, the driveway, the street. A cold, red lunar eclipse. Full moon shinning through…
For Dad (Hour 8)
I rub the place between my eyes The pain from simply feeling I step outside to view the skies A hawk, it soothes my healing I look for you in every cloud You rarely let me down I wish I’d said the things I felt…
Time
Time is important, I’ve heard people say. Time is illusive. Time can get away If you’re not paying attention you won’t know where it went. It just ceases to be. We all have the same 24 hours that makes up one day. We all…
A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words
A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words Faded photographs of album covers flit across the television screen As songs from my past are harmonized by those I once crooned along with. There’s The Hollies, singing about my brother not being heavy And I’m there, remembering…
VIII- Sunrise
Naked, I bathe in the glow of still, solemn rays that, like me, have boldly chosen to rise again I am golden in the early hours, the wispy bits of daylight before dreams disrupt in the fullness of day This moment is my own, stolen…
All quiet
Running, running Running from responses Running from opinions Running in space Finding quiet Doesn’t stop the ringing The anticipation of noise The heart beats faster Knowing someone is near Voicing concern Speaking fear Planting the seed To destroy my peace