If I could tell you everything I long for I would be wiped clean, barely a skeleton because my body, my mass of muscle and tissue and particle is sick with yearning a disease long untreated. But it is the cure that scares me all…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Hour 2 : Yearning for Spring
Love rules me and my heart Which you captured at the start The day we met the bounteous day Fate will and my yearning to obey An awesome lesson on silent face That added wonder and some grace It conjured within me a new life…
Prompt #2: Yearning Jan Rog
At five, “A shepherdess” I told him For the tender lamb of my bedtime poem, The freedom of the meadows and valleys, The gentle pace and active, hard work. At fifteen, “An actress” I replied For the thrill of self-discovery and My commanding voice…
2. Not Fade Away
Ho do I dream into being your life and your love and yourself? Your arms they surround me in dreams, but I wake alone. Your wife she had so many years I hope they were beautifully real I envy the time she was precious in…
Talents and Desires
When God gave out the talents, no one really cared, for then we were one people and everything was shared. When God dispensed desires, all fell into dust. Everyone had different wants, and we forgot to trust. And while this holy act brought…
After The End
Tell them to open their mouths and taste the air. If dust has overtaken the saltiness, tell them it’s okay to move closer to the Pacific and that their mother was not always confined to this mattress, sedatives swirling in her blood. Keep your arms…
Spring Love
Prompt for Hour Two- Under the comforting shades of aspen trees- Memories wilts and wheatgrass grows taller than the last year- fragile moments and parched eyes; thistle needles pierced my solitude We collect dandelions; beyond time and life We churned corn stalks powder into anesthetic-…
The Wordless Lament (Hour 2)
Nameless wonders speak volumes in my unwritten heart. Called to taste the moment their beauty can be shared and forever trembling behind my unspoken hand. Come forth wordless desire eternally escaping my call for definition. If not by words then find sound and understanding in…
Hour 2.
he walks through the rust by the sand worn tin box houses with a canvas like a white beacon amongst the blizzard of yellow and yellow turned reds and blues and grays he comes to a halt at the brick end of his venture the…
Together, Alone
Poem moved to private.