Perfectly polished and ready to go she sacrifices none of her femininity. Constantly questioned and tested answers on the tip of her tongue. She can’t afford a single slip Barked at for answers relentlessly asked no time to rest, no slowing down looking for a…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Sand (Haiku)
Coarse and soft at touch, Water binds to make safe ground At the shores in which we rest. 9:00 AM Poem Elizabeth Wingert
My Romance With The Bottle
My romance with the bottle I beseech thee oh bottle! I greet thee oh bottle! My best friend! My comforter! My confidant! My bulwark….never failing! I have come again As I usually come To seek solace…in your depths! To seek your brand of wisdom! To…
IDEA
Investing the creative Determination to fully Extract the necessary Actions accordingly
BOULDER
I think, therefore I am, said the arrogant stone. Once, I was metal, but when the fire roared within the core of the molten, spinning ball, I cut myself into pieces, and rained down, liquid, faceless granite, thick, black, and raging, a father beating up…
Poppa
Hat on, keys in hand, My ordinary superman, Ready for the call, Day or night, You don’t know how special you are, But that’s just it, This superman is anything but ordinary, Hidden in the world as Clark Kent, Those who know, see who you…
Restless
In the moist black hours of midnight sleep the wind pushed in with sudden force, swept up the dusty ground like a broom. Forced out of their secret corners, under a canopy of pines, the mice stormed by trailer. They scurried up my tires and…
9am Poem #1
Just me Laying in bed Awake, aware, I wait For others to come help me out Just normal daily needs I cannot do Myself (Eintou form)
This is me
Usually ask who am I Today I am telling me Who the fuck do you think you are It doesn’t matter who I think I am It matter who I know I am And from there Create a better me This is me Creating a…
Grammy
Egg shell white walls, House and garden cover, Hair in a bob perfectly coloured, just right, Movie star looks and grace, Street-kid tough, polio survivor, She could do the hard things for the rest of us, Paper towels at the ready with a cold glass…