I entered my home and found myself in a fish market Where I dipped my hand in a tub And emerged with a fish, wriggling out of my grasp. A tiny bottle flew to my other hand And I squeezed, The scent of sampaguita wafting…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
In my dreams I dream of you
the softest spot in my heart is reserved for you across the hall & past the shells you used to collect as a kid stands a velvet sofa and pictures of all the times i told you i love you (they clutter the room; do…
Hour #5, Prompt #6
WILD NATURE It’s an ordinary day. I’m driving my morning’s scheduled routine, when thundering across the near horizon I hear, before seeing, a herd of wild mustangs, hundreds of them spilling in round-rumped abandon through meadow and crossing ahead— a mingling of manes, arced tails…
Armageddon
ARMAGEDDON The gates of Hell are rising To engulf the diseased Earth. Moms and Dads are crying, Babies dead right after birth. Demons are attacking, Taking everything they see. The world around us blacking As we plunge into the sea. The life we know is…
Aria Aria Butterfly
After our first was born we have been dreaming Of little baby girl so dainty yet beaming We often look above and wish upon the stars May God grant us all the desire of our hearts Then finally our dream of baby girl came true…
Hour 5, Prompt 6: My Unknown Groom
A vision in white Friends and family near A wedding some time in the distance, perhaps The details exact, all the way to the cake flavor Sunshine, roses, fragrance abound With one element missing A face That face That special face The groom To look…
prompt #6, dream of flight
Icarus ~ they were always at my heels which dangled just above their heads only sometimes out of reach some nights they were faces I knew some nights they were ominous anonymous some nights I escaped them the nights they clawed me back to earth…
Raidho
Raidho Are you ready for this journey? The one that we call life Do you have a destination? Happiness, toil or strife Are you moving forth with life force? Or just along for the ride Who straddles the saddle with you?…
Sense
Sense Senses Portal to the present The texture of presence Where invisible and external Meet and commune Indivisibly twining stimuli and feeling The origin and engine Of all you perceive as you In every moment Beckoning you to be A kaleidoscope of sensation A tapestry…
Hour 5: Post 5: Blood Lust
Tear me open Rip me to shreds Feed off my soul Bathe in my passion for you Take me as you wish In the midnight hours Which you seem to dwell Lay with me in the darkness Let me take you to hell