While others are gathering their snacks – dark strong chocolate, pots of coffee, piles of prompts books, pictures, memories I am gathering memories just lost seeking my center trying to look out, up, ahead. While others are organizing their space, choosing their view, piling up…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
The First Day
I am sweating, clammy, nervous. My heart beats quickly, loudly. I’m sure they can hear it. “They are just teenagers.” I am going to throw up. My stomach churns, roils. “Remain calm.” I am getting light headed. Breath in, out, in, out. Quick snatches through…
Entry 1 Half-Marathon 15.00 EU time — Five Tanka
in the distance clusters of grey clouds a line of laundry waiting for the shrapnel of piercing rain what makes me think a cup of chamomile tea will set things right the saucers are chipped with arguments I’d like a bee to fly…
I am
I am Such a strange phrase— two words, three letters They do not look like much but have much to say I am A declaration of existence often modified to suit I am An affirmative reply to questions of behaviour I am An admission of…
Silently Sad
Poem 1 Silently Sad By: Ashley L Powers I sit here with frustrated thoughts My inner fists beating against these walls I’ve built This is what it must feel like to be in prison Trapped within the bars of my mind’s cell I feel like…
2019 Poetry Marathon Hour 1 (Prompt: Use the phrase “I Am” at least 6 times.)
I Am enough I Am stronger than most people think I Am a good person, no matter what you’ve heard I Am beautiful, just as I am I Am whole, inside and out I Am who I Am, your approval is not necessary (Book 99,…
New Day
New Day After long hours Underneath the soft moonlight A good morning starts (Haiku, hour 1@Mejia2019)
Abstract Poetry
words on a page without rhyme or rhythm searching for a metaphor luring the reader in
Observations
Its very quiet In the student lounge now Just a couple of people In the study rooms I am alone in the outer area But that’s okay The quiet is my friend It gives me time To think and plan And to get to know…
When Day Breaks
“Beep, beep, beep!” my alarm screams. I roll & pat pat pat . . . silence. “Zzzzzzz . . .zzzzzzz” my husband snores. I rub the crusty sleep out of my eyes as light breaks through the window blinds. “Bawk, baaawwk, bbbbbaaawwwkkkkk” demands an answer….