Image Prompt GOING ON AN ADVENTURE Staring down the barrel Quietly Silently Holding my breath AIM SHOOT BUMBLE BEE FLYS AT ME AHHHHH RUN AWAY
Category: Half Marathon Poem
the final voyage of the Galya – hour 6
the once great captain surveyed the remains of her crew. ruffians, all of them, but loyal. evening sunlight cast odd shadows as they worked to maintain the Galya’s course to the end of the world six months of frustration, the death of four crew members,…
Photograph
I cannot focus I cannot zoom I cannot lift the lens to my eye I am committing to memory All that I take in Before it fades and changes again I cannot photograph a memory I cannot still a sound I cannot capture a scent…
2023 Poetry Marathon — Hour #6 — Haiku
Aromatic tea Pages rustle in the breeze Reading in the sun
Prompt #2 The Blank Wall and Ten Years Ago
The Blank Wall With a blank wall I have nothing to erase No hurdles to jump over No hoops to jump through. Only possibilities. So I stare and ponder. Shadows play cat and mouse On the blank wall in my mind. Ladders go nowhere…
HOUR SIX – Shadows
Shadows stretch out long fingers reaching for the dark hiding our secrets, memories we lock away, and bury in our hearts. Remembrances cast shadows forward into our lives, creeping into our consciousness, when our resistance wanes. When we face the light, those unwelcome…
BLAT – Hour 5
Fingerprints on the fridge footprints in the fabric a foreign perfume in the air a trial of breadcrumbs left behind Who stole my sandwich? It had my name on it and everything bacon, lettuce, tomato, and cheese but it’s so much more than a BLAT…
Office Change(Hour Six)
The names fill the white board, A tombstone drawn in jest. Those who moved to other places, This office no longer the best. Picking up the pieces. New hires are moving in. There’s training and much work left to begin. Work from home, work from…
Our Hands
They want us docile and simple Weak and attentive Leaving our desires behind Shunning our passionate nature The want us voiceless And suffering in silence They want us calm and unaware But as the fire burns through the sky As it rips through the stars…
Protected: Musings of a Widow
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