She is old Ninety-three last Friday Slow and not too steady on her feet Moving quickly toward a finish line In a race that’s sure to deplete My soul. She reaches for my hand And I take it Careful not to squeeze too tight Wishing…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
Phrase Florist 2016 Marathon Poem #1: Inspiration Comes
Inspiration Comes In a touch, a glance, a tear, and a laugh, inspiration comes In words, hugs, screams, and fights, inspiration comes. Out of fear, frustration, joy and silence, inspiration comes. Out of me, you, us and them, inspiration comes.
The Passing
The edge of black takes over the whole screen. Nada—zip—nada mas. The peel I leave behind is messy, for those I leave behind. Old books worn by my eager fingers: proof that I was once there. Clothes frayed at the seams: the loose threads emphasizing…
The End of Facebook
My Facebook page is gone. My Gmail is just fine. All my bookmarks work. But my Facebook page is gone. What games are the Tennessee boys playing? Could you complain about my candidate? …
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Chapter 1 Ordinary World I. Thin woods Dirt road skirting forest Sisters washing laundry in the river “Do you ever wish some prince would just come whisk you away?” Never, never. Squeeze water from a dirty skirt Both up to our knees in…
Elitist
Dark purple and red, Island sunset in the garden. Smooth and thin-skinned. Heirloom. Royalty. Expensive. Nestled between creamy mozzarella and bright green sweet basil, Drizzled with thick, sweet balsamic vinegar. Salad, appetizer or entrée. Verde charred and black. Pity poor Hatch. Common and cheap….
The Flower
Our hearts divide which once were one and true As love, a candle, flickers into black What once was us has become me and you Our paths diverge there is no turning back You were a flower radiant and light The ground beneath you shaping…
New Day
The earth is quiet as I wake She holds all her songs upon her tongue She’s waited through the long cold night To watch the silent dawn. A new day comes with gentle calm No grand announcement marks her birth But all below immersed…
A Photograph Poem#1
Captured moment, capsules in time Faded memories, that never run dry The window of the soul, visual eyes Ink in the wind imprinted in mind. Gone with the wind promises turned to lies. Words soaked in an elixir of bittersweet disguise. Unrequited love and daunting…
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I want to watch it with you The flames in the sky the fiery sun – exploding or The waves crashing the liquid ice overtaking what’s left of their world or The earth shaking cracked open ready to swallow their world I want to watch…