2 PM Nap Time Resting in peace as the world swims around in violent pulsation She knows not, other than her perception Which is restful peace and restoration Others outward bound in belief look on to superficial relief While she who comes from within Comfortable…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Memory Like Train Tracks
I’ve held on to you sometimes only in dreams. Once you rode a child’s train that travelled in repeated circles. Every time you passed me, you forgot me a little more. I faded away from your mind. I was afraid that this would happen…
A Sonnet of Me
You asked for me to write a song of me And, humble, I could never think to be So bold, so arrogant – if even true; But this is me, and of me, just for you: I am a soulful one, depths fathomless To most,…
Hour 1
How Mermaids Were Made Mother Earth gave birth to a daughter. She didn’t listen to what her Mother taught her. She played with wind and fire, denying, she became a liar. So Mother sentenced her daughter to live under water.
Heaven’s Music
An old woman lurches the horizon Countless lives her face wizen Once immortal, she danced the sky And taught mortals to laugh and cry With stardust robes shining good cheer Yet her friendships became too dear She risked all to save from divine plan And…
It’s Long Into It
They say toads are the first to go then the fields and streams, ice and fresh air to breath, our furry friends and the flying ones, too. Between you and me, send out a pure line of white light; string upon it what you love…
Hour 7 : Poem Inside Out
Once I lost in thoughts With a bundle of blank pages Hearing the cries of a horse Who missed from its flock? Soak in misery and timeless clock Dark trees and haunting shadows Perplexed mind moved in meadows On the plains of bulky ice It…
#6 Inside out
Looking from the inside out, casts a spell of dark self-doubt… I wear a cloak, a mage’s hat, Say abracadabra and all of that. But still the demons reappear. I feel them lurking, drawing near… I wave my wand, drink some potion. Inside out is…
My First Marathon
It was 1980 something and the gun shoots runners off one step two step running with the stride like no other it passes quickly the 10k mark my mind is daft my body chaffed and burnt at 13 miles, I get a second wind I…
The Curious File of #39
She had, as we say in the industry, a flat affect. Relaying a monumental series of traumas; from a stepfather with indecent proclivities, to a stolen Dodge pickup, the night she spent in the woods after her aunt forgot to count children when she packed…