How to tell of that Easter weekend on the Big Island? on the newest of islands where lava swept into the sea to see it at night the most stable thing you can think of stone the most solid immovable permanent thing in liquid form…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Not A Pantoum – Prompt Eight
The Pantoum was hard you see, Difficult for me to master. And so I’ll pass the challenge this year, And maybe for ever after!
NYC Restaurants II / Food Bloggers
Well-padded young woman Sits alone in a famous fancy restaurant. A meal before her, She nibbles, chews, pauses, Scribbles in a notebook, Discreetly takes a picture of the meal with her phone. Thin, well-dressed young woman Accompanied by a helper in a casual…
Clandestine [A Pantoum] (7)
Clandestine He hid in the closet While they threw the mother of his children from the fourth floor window For his crimes She had begged for his life once before, pleaded for the drug dealer who fathered her daughters While they threw the mother of…
A Poetry Writing Pantoum by Ingrid-Prompt 8-Half Marathon
Shoulders slumping and fingers thumping, The keyboard is worn down from the incessant tapping. Tap, Tap Tap One more poem done in time! The keyboard is worn down from the incessant tapping. The effort to stay awake and alert is growing. I am slowing…
#5) The Machine
Listen to the radio Watch it on the television Read it in the paper See it on the screen. Watch it on the television Propaganda as machine See it on the screen Believe what you are Told. Propaganda as machine Read it in…
School Days
My thoughts of yesterday constricting stomach pains, the laughing echoes on the teasing closes in. teachers that looked on they won’t intervene; you’re left to feel alone with bullies all have seen. I wish I could forget when tears are trapped within. when memories still…
Hour Seven – I’m afraid
I’m afraid I’m dreaming my life and when I wake up I discover I am only a cell in some kind of organism.
4 PM
I feel a relief sweeping through me Like knowing summer’s almost over And soon I’ll be able to be outside Breathing in air that doesn’t suffocate Like soon I’ll have a place to rest my head Away from the chaos I create
3 PM
Walk with me And tell me amazing things Of how you conquered the world Inside your own head Slaying those dark thoughts With glimpses of light Beams of grace Illuminating ghettos Show me your scars While telling war stories Of how you barely lived To…