I woke to her weeping He declined quickly Particular – although they’d likely say ‘undiagnosed’ now Proud, traditional too Farmers are like that, I recall seeing the droughts I woke to her weeping The land had once been parched, now so was he Unable to…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Lavender…more than just a colour.
Hour Seven Your silence is calming, serene, and devoted. Your meaning to many speaks of energy and community. Elegant and gracious you stand amongst the crowds presiding over time and space. A fragrance fragile yet strong. A herbal scent reminiscent of evergreens and forests. Your…
Hour 7 —Sunflower and Swings
childhood among the sunflowers 🌻 suburban sunflowers bow to whimsical wooden swings bees fly summer breeze Note: (Sunflowers and wooden swings are precious and meaningful to me, my father built me a wooden swing that I spent hours going back and forth pretending…
Poem 7 image prompt response: Lovers
Talia meets her lover on Sundays at the swing, on the edge of the sunflower field. The busybodies would be in church, Their families out of sight, out of mind. Her girl puts a sunflower in her black wavy hair and smiles. They sit on…
Hour Four
Marriage Two souls intertwine, The choices made Were made combined. Through the good, The bad and the in between I am with you and you are with me. And if death does do us part, Please know that with you Goes my heart….
Apparition hour 6
Apparition peering over the edge of a world I believed I once knew everything has changed and how do I get my bearings? evil applauded, kindness mocked, and the innocent carry the biggest burden. when did caring and sharing become ‘woke’? what does that even…
Labor Day Reflections
Eleven years ago Since you breathed your last I wasn’t there Didn’t get to say goodbye I heard I was asked for Eleven years ago But when I checked to be sure I was denied this truth I agonized over your passing And wanted one…
HOUR SEVEN – MAID – Medical Assistance in Dying
I’m empty where you once filled a special place in my heart. Sometimes, I find it hard to breathe. Your voice echoes in my mind, my ears deaf to the warning of what was to come, so sudden, so final. No longer in…
Swinging in Sunflowers
Swinging in sunflowers Brings memories of nostalgia for summer days Sunny and hot. when cold ice cream could quench a thirst Feet high to the sky, Swinging in sunflowers Free as a bird in the sky when summer seemed like forever Back and…
Edge of the world
Swirls of colors zoom past my head Filling up the space above and below The edge of the earth Where void and expanse Touch Tempting peace and time Like the creation of Adam Always in each other’s orbit But never touching Never connecting I hold…