metaphor and eloquence evade as they have all damn day eventide prepares to arrive and between a door to the street and my daughter in the driver’s seat, though we roll forward, – – – all i feel is the belt, tight across me
Category: Half Marathon Poem
The Salesman
I am the Salesman, great as can be! If you want to sell something, sell it through me! If you want to buy anything, I’ve got ’em all! The blue ones, the red ones, from short to tall! The best ones, of course, cost a…
#12 Words – one hundred, not more
In the dark, lonely hours after midnight, I feel so alone. I’m not alone. In the dark, lonely hours after midnight, I am here yet nobody’s home. My words are my voice with which I speak yet no one can truly, clearly hear me. My…
Pivotal
She decorated the butterfly net Like one would expect her to: Pink ribbons tied on the handle. They fluttered in the gentle breeze As she reached out a tiny hand, And scooped up the small snake. The science teacher said, “That is a great specimen”…
I haven’t seen him
Every time I wake up I feel his breath around my neck His fingers around my waist His smile around my cheeks Every time I dress up I see him standing beside me Beholding me like the very first time Every time I cook for…
Orangutans like tomato fries
the red red link tomato sink helping hand orangutan Row row rowing down the sidewalk of this neighborhood entangling Stranger strangers coming, drumming, singing running to Lincoln Nebraska Tornadoes have warnings blaring and warning turn away warning Run to your basements warnings Go strangle a…
Hour 12 : Uncertain Desire
I feel my path stony in detail Perhaps mirth and joy curtail What has infected my zesty soul? Or perception responsible, my loss at whole When I used to see dampening moon To view to leave misery soon Hovering clouds, not for petty darkness But…
Hour 11
Sweet Dreams of Ice Cream You can’t possibly cry when you eat ice cream I’ll tell you why Ice cream is a lullaby– melts you into sweet dreams that do more than satisfy.
Doubts Borne of the Men I’ve Loved Before
You know you’re beautiful, like no one else, I’ve seen the way you hold yourself: That shameless poise as you just pass through Holding my heart like I belonged to you What is it you do not see To make you find it easy to…
2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Twelve: Sleep of the Golden Hour
1 At last I am home with you We are tucked in bed sheets clean and fresh pillows cool and soft (not too soft) Side by side your head resting on my chest we are warm comfortable safe happy 2 My eyes close I hear…