There it is. The threshold. The starting gate. The point of contact. Clean gold. Awaiting ignition from some spark of imagination. Everything-hinges-on-this-moment-in-time. And this one. And this.

Tides of gray wax in the purple blackness of the night, O sun, where art thou in this gloom? A moment of hush, as the denizens wait for the light, Anticipation lies thick in this room. Slips the dreams into their cocoon, To come again,…

You would often say that I’d take a hefty fall from grace   Struggle with the job at hand And the challenges that Life would present itself.   And yet slow and systematically I’ve stayed a float Resilient of the experiences that life had shown…

I am testing a poem half marathon / half poem should I leave out the consonants or vowels?