Hypermnesia taken before my birth, still they lie beside me as I try to sleep longing for the sound of a voice never heard stunted by their absence, no keepsakes, no memorabilia will walking the streets or forest where they once had life generate perceptions,…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Hour #4 : “Convergence”
Bound to you in living unison, In name, in heart, in body, in mind. Companions in a daunting landscape Where uncertainty threatens at each weakening seam. Returning to the bond that defined us, that strange magnetism aroused by the converging of our rivers. We are…
The face of Home
A pick up from the airport A shoulder at the hospital Warmth beneath the blanket Leaning against skin A dinner date A united front Sharing a snack Facing the news Making a plan Giving comfort Diffusing pain Fortifying against attack A delicate dance The face…
In between
And I would start from your lips Descend unto your throat Your chest And then your belly And everything apart And everything in between
HOUR FOUR – Quatrains
Today my brain strains against the reins, set me free from these chains to create quatrains. What is this bane causing such pain? Is it my restrain that I disdain? I must now refrain and somehow retrain my befuddled brain to release new…
Poem 4, The Dream
They walk through life holding hands, making each other laugh, building each other up, catching each other as they fall; writing notes for the other to find. They live a cliché. And wouldn’t change it for the world. She writes romance novels, inspired by her…
Poem 4: Morning Gratitude
Bless the Sonicare toothbrush and the dark oils from my hand smudging the white plastic. Bless this Pike Place Market cup I bought at a yard sale for 25ȼ because the handle was cracked. Bless Super Glue that fixes cracks and the ashtray I made…
prompt 4: musings on light
musings on light how could they know? this glimpse into the heart of us- a window to the places warmer than who you are to me now, in the chapel of our discontent… your discontent… my in ability to be what you needed me to…
hour four – marriage
I wove our worlds together, silk, cotton, linen, wool for the cooler months nothing synthetic I would have picked the flax and cotton myself, sheared the sheep even, but I was in the garden picking herbs and vegetables for the soup I was making for…
My Love
My love is actions, not words My love does, but says little My love is strong, inside and out My love inspires me to be better every day My love takes me on adventures My love is movie star handsome My love puts heart into…