A spider worked hard Day in and day out And built a web With it’s saliva To catch it’s prey. Little did it know That it will get Stuck in it’s own web Counting it’s last minutes And die!
Category: Half Marathon Poem
spider – #9
One day I walked carefree through woods acred behind my childhood home, only to return red-skinned with fast-moving blotches rising up that morphed soon enough to full-body swelling. I was immersed in cold water with baking soda as my older sister gasped alternately with laughter…
Poem 9 – 8 Legs Watching
8 Legs Watching Under the floorboards and in the attic, Demon insects with hidden agendas, Creeping out at night whilst you gently rest, The room is theirs whilst you’re asleep. Spindly long legs with thin tickling hair, Malevolently emerge from shadows and corners, Gliding swiftly…
There is beauty in (2)
When I was three I thought beautiful meant someone who did not wear socks
No
I said no and The sky did not fall. I said no and The police did not call. I said no and The world did not end. I said no — I might say it again.
Discovery
So precious that moment When I learned to see! The magic world of my mind As I ventured forth. In short pants I went to play in our back yard. Who knew the wonders it held For a child like me. There I found imaginary…
Den Mother
Let’s say her name is Amelia & she drags her children behind her in a sac, but let’s also say that this is an act of maternal mercy & when they are ready for the world, Amelia will christen them: Jorge. Kim. Nefertiti. Hans. Abram….
Bending Time
What’s left when a kiss is o’er and through, When limbs once-woven are unfurled? I can still see the kinks left from me-and-you, Can still feel the gravity of our world – And yet, you dare take a simple love, Compare it to an ill-fated…
Dark Jump Rope
Dad went crazy, Mom got sick, Baby got too close to the candlestick. Home went quiet, Home got dark, Cat came home with a dead brown lark. People start talking, People get mean, Neighbors can’t keep their gossip clean. Stains like chocolate, Stains like mud,…
Spin Out
Pedaling backwards To catch up to younger you You’re always trying