She knew what would happen and guessed at her wants, They must be one and the same: Find a good school, find a good man, take a new role, Take a new name. She strove for stage one, twelve years since age four, Studying,…
Category: Half Marathon Poem
An Existential Gallery —Hour 2
Seems Life Provides Incomplete Umbrellas With Broken handles to to “Handle Life” in the Storms of the Certainties of Uncertainty Seems Life Provides Shadows of Ladders Arising from the Blank Abundance of Nothingness
Hour 2: Neurology and the Trembling Soul
Above: prompt image As I left I told an exhibition steward *how* I saw it The paper The threads The impossibility of it – flying – floating – Held motionless Yet ceaselessly moving in a way that, to me never ceased to loop, to move,…
Poem #2 My Ladder Prompt #2
In the distance, I see the silhouette of the ladder going both up and down. Taking me from Sadness and Sorrow to Joy and Opportunity… Challenge and Change-Growth. Up and Down- The Choice-my own as I climb up or down this ladder of Fate….
In Ten Years #2
A few days ago I turned seventy seven. As my family celebrated around me, I realized that in ten years I will be eighty-seven, almost ninety. My two youngest granddaughters will be fourteen, almost seventeen. When I was seventeen, I don’t remember thinking “what will…
Who, Me? 63?
Thinking about the future is hard for me, I am not a planner, I just let it be I am a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of woman But here’s what I would like to be doing… I will be 63, here are 6 dreams to share with…
Hour 2 – The Ladder
The ladder loomed before her and beckoned, It pulled her toward it against her will. I don’t want to do this. Her eyes looked at the first few rungs, The ladder was steady and each step looked strong. Maybe I can do…
Not Yet (Hour Two)
I left my house too early. No other cars were in the drive. My fingers turned to ice, as my stomach churned inside. Too early, no one’s there. Around the block I go to think. Meeting new people in new place, Learning names and matching…
Prompt #1: “There Sleeps a Great Beast”
Darkness calling, pierced by the lone cyclopean eye, a road that bends beyond sight, to roll through the forested bosom of enchanting night. Where the asphalt holds a small barrier upon undulant roots and curving earth, where all is swallowed, digested, reborn through midnight wonder,…
Hour Two
Image prompt Perspective Sometimes the ladder into the sky is invisible; (until closer inspection). Sometimes invented; (until closer utilisation). Sometimes a blank wall is the best beginning. Sometimes up is the worst misconception. (c) Siobhán Mc Laughlin