These past few weeks have had me thinking I hadn’t done anything right. Friends, partners and associates, alike had me questioning if the path I was on, was the right flight. I, who had love for everyone, couldn’t understand- This abandonment that came from no…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
I, the Butterfly
you nagging sparrows, stay away! see my eyes, watching always. see my trophies, certificates, grades. see my pride, demons, stay away! do not look too close, I pray. do not see this painted fraud. do not see my scales and pride crumbling slightly under stress….
4. Yearly Reminder
I noticed you the Spring following At first, I believed myself foolish to think you’d go to the trouble You were always so quick to go unnoticed If at all possible The Quiet Man, mom would call you Just like the movie You’d land on…
Butterfly House, London
So delicate, these little winged beings. They sip sweet nectar from orange slices and then they launch into the air. In the tent outside the museum, they are protected from London’s rain and traffic. Here, people of all ages, point and laugh, marveling at the…
Entry 4 Half-Marathon 18.00 EU time — Red Roses Ghazal
. So many colours to choose from, so why must they always be red roses? In the restaurants, boutique shops, flower stalls, everywhere – red roses! Gardeners call some of them tea roses, but it isn’t about tea, or love. It’s all about size,…
Hour 4, Prompt 5: Cycle of Life
Sweet nectar breathes life into a dark, dreary day As the moth reflects on his changes From a small caterpillar, crawling high on the orange tree branches To the moth now sucking the orange juices to subsist A dichotomy exists; the cycle of life…
Sparkle
Sparkle 5 Small Sparkles 7 Falling from the deep blue sky 5 Turned down to stand 7 Conveying love, peace and hope 7 to couples around the globe (Tanka, hour 4 @Mejia2019)
Across the river Styx
I met Death when I was only a young girl His hands were very cold and his eyes were a dark blue, speckled Like a sky full of stars on a summer night He was on his way to Maya’s house Where he would take…
Six-Word Story
“What’s a nice girl…” “Bug off!”
Prompt 5 (hour 4) star image ~ The nights you call to me you have to see this your face as bright as Venus that star we know is love and here: in the garden on the patio outside the door not laying…