A Half Marathon

Subtracting duplicate words, I have a word count of 98 (I think).   A half marathon of poems, I did not imagine this day. Sitting focussed and writing, Not letting myself go astray. A dozen poems drafted, Some happy, some silly, some sad, A starting…

prompt #12 ~ The wolf did it

My grandson says a wolf lives in our car. He is invisible, Trin explains. And I hate him. He wants to eat me. The wolf says ‘stupid,’ which Trin is not Allowed to say. The wolf is sarcastic, Ebullient. Fearless. Trin is not.   Perhaps…

Poem 12: Waterlight Butterfly

Silver blue sky, spread with rosy clouds, overlooks the city in the canyon. Deep between the rising red spires of rock, the azure river flows calmly past after a million years of wearing down the stone. The sun descends behind the horizon, leaving the sky…

12: Ghazal for Dylan Thomas

Hoist me a pint of ale in the old boat house; Seek shelter from gust and gale in the old boat house. Wield me a poem, you bardic Procol Harum: Turn a whiter shade of pale in the old boat house! Breezes of Laugharne, perpetually…

Poem 12: The Last Chance

“Last chance to see” The woman in the scales come one, come all to the Mermaid in a stall The man in the checkered suit waves his gloved hands at the tent last chance to see a bit of remaining wonder a con that only…

REINCARNATION

I want to believe That all of the cold dead eyes Will open again God will call them one By one and there will be light And children will see As they march again In the eternal dance of Daily life and death They will…

4. Trying to Imagine

Yellow leaves Under your shoes You pick up one Put it into a book You were trying to imagine.   Your best smile On your time-worn face You just put it on And fake it to the One You were trying to imagine.   The…

I AM Alive

  I AM alive but you say I’m not I see the question forming on your face I feel the warmth of your curious fingers I hear the fly buzzing around the room I smell the fresh flowers in the vase Most of all I…

Storm

6:05 PM Storm Lighting in the distance. Strikes at its hosts. Clouds move In a haphazard dance With sun beams Look like ghosts. Winds strongly blowing Trees sway bending Which way’s it going? Where’s the rain ending? Azure blue The sky peeps through Until it’s…

Hour 12.

certain endings beginnings steadfast continuation on till the final breath intermediate slumber and then forwards new horizons await