my mother worships a god of parking spots. all the problems and all the wars and all those hungry babies– but i do the easy things first, too, cross off wake up, make coffee, on a list that might go on to cure cancer or…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Musing in the style of Miles Davis’ Milestones Hour #7 9/2/2023
Tap Your toes yeah Snap Fingers yea In a jazzy groove Heed the warning No half stepping Jazz will make you move
Four Brown Dots
HOUR 4 FOUR BROWN DOTS I was in the USA, Four awe-struck months, when I realized, people camped. They left everything behind, and took off into the wilderness. And I was hooked. My husband was horrified. Why? We have a five and six-year-old! The relatives…
Who is Gail
9:00 Write a poem from the point of view of yourself, ten years ago. …
Hour #7 Silent Type
The moon has nothing to say…. I say, “Oh, there you are. You are so beautiful! I especially like those clouds draping your hips. Is that rouching? Very fashionable.” The moon has nothing to say… I say, “Oh, you are so thin. Just a…
Headlight
8:00 (Hour 1) Image PromptView Post Lines of light on railway tracks Can not hide the facts The darkness holds. The single light that blinds the deer The eerie blast that fills air and Echoes through the night
VII- Bard
The twang of a lute summons all to the maiden though there are rumors, suspicions that it is not her words, nor song, nor beguiling dance that brings attention to her show It is the glimmer in her eye, the rose in her cheek, a…
#7 When Life Gives You Lemons Viator
When Life Gives You Lemons When life gives you lemons, Make lemonade. Add plenty of sugar Announce, “It’s homemade!” Open a lemonade stand When life give you lemons. Add some strawberries And just keep on grinnin’. There are plenty of trimmin’s Like…
Food
Hour 7 Food I like to eat, perhaps too much, put undo focus on my food. Of all the foods I like to eat, can’t think of one I wouldn’t try. I cook for fun, can make great food. I like to…
Paintings On the Walls
Squinting, holding the grease lamp low. Squeezing through the gash in the cliff Pushing into Cave’s tight tunnel. Adjusting to the light in the darkness Squinting, holding the grease lamp low Finding bones of cave bears littering the floor. Touching claw marks on the walls….