Hour 10 : A Colorful Lap

In the lap of nature Colors are like creature   A vast green land and hill The loads of red, white and pink   Flowers around the windmill Are laughing on air and wink   A colorless water has charm Beneath the blue sky and…

We Love Because He First Loved Us

We Love Because He First Loved Us   When a father’s hand cradles a daughter, envelops her in worn and wrinkled skin, love pours down from Heaven and lands, sprinkling open eyes with dew and streams of rich velvet. Chocolate tufts mingle with half-formed curls,…

Belief in Yellow

A glaze settled over her vision, tinting everything a murky brown. This winter no longer seemed gray but the sepia tones of daguerrotype Images: old-fashioned, detached, sullen in the moment captured. So many big fears had abated after the accident. Still, these small shifts of…

1 – Zodiac Lover

I am the air the wind the freedom You cannot hold me contain me predict me You are the earth steadying, supporting they’d say grounding firmly on your feet I have bits of earth in me. Resonating with yours Just as my breath rekindles bits…

Shrink ourselves grand

Golden Shovel: “Let us do something grand” from “To the Poem” by Frank O’Hara She refuses to let herself go so she drags us to the park and we all do lunges and squats and make our bodies be something smaller. She jokes, “let’s shrink…

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rain falls inciting me to wonder if water is what washes away the watermelon juice dripping down the chins of the offspring   a green that grows more vivid as the sky greys emerges thunder crackles although cackling would be a morr accurate description escaping…

A Color Without a Name is…

He is a strength unlike any other. He is swift and true and brave. He is the ocean at its deepest, fiercest. He is proud, but not too boastful. He is the sky on a hot cloudless day. He is the typhoon, the earthquake, the…

2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Ten: Red

It was a small spot of red on a canvas dominated by blue and black a lone point of humanity amongst two armies without faces or names One small spot to represent the blood of millions lost A young woman walked by stirred by the…

Poem 10: The Reaper Visits a Celebrating Town

Gray clouds precede the midnight black once arrived, coats the sky in ink- magenta sparks explode in the air, followed by gold, crimson, emerald, and sapphire- on the roof, a man lights another firework. The rocket blooms in the sky, casting a kaleidoscope of multicolored…