Hour Thirteen (One Side of a Coin) 11:11 Cracking the shell of identity tiptoe down the minefield of popular opinion – to where even the waters of emotion are infiltrated by metallurgic constructs intended to eviscerate the existence of personal desire and choice. Mindful and…
Category: Marathon Poem
Mochi Frogs
I’m catching rain today In my rain bucket I’m catching rain today In the bucket on my head. I’m catching rain today To water my mochi frogs So they can craaaawl Out of the mochi box And yaaaaaaawwwn And stretch, and play.
Pen’s Perspective
“Pen’s Perspective” I’m one of her favorites a limited edition me and my sister the Poetess, she refills us with inks of purple and black cradled in the space between her finger and thumb as our ink fill her lines…
Hour 15- See Me, Please
I saw you standing there Alone and wondering In the concrete courtyard Waiting to go into the garden You looked so confused Waiting there So I decided to help you out I drifted towards you Reaching out I wanted to let you know The garden…
15 Sightings
Take a look closer In the pattern of a leaf For the stripey rocks And roadside flowers Desperate weeds that poke Dragonflies who visit Bunnies hiding underneath Chickadees that flurry See the big picture In the small things Rain filled brooks Acorns tumbling…
Prompt 15
Can’t unsee She entered the room full of shy uncertainty Making her way small taking towards me I wasn’t sure whether to run or stay and didn’t know if she was down to play But I was there and she in front of me…
Future
I thought we’d be the librarian we wanted I thought we’d be the lawyer inspired to be I thought my present wouldn’t leave us haunted I thought that there will be a future willingly to see I look at future me and wonder Because even…
Nonhuman (15)
The face is gone brick came through windshield thrown from the back of a work truck graceful, in a perfect line like it had wings sent by God and physics to annihilate face and head so that there’s nothing to grieve except limbs, legs and…
What’s Wrong?
I want to cry But I couldn’t tell you why I don’t even know it myself I feel so overwhelmed My fight or flight is activated What’s wrong with me? Logic knows I am alright I’ve nothing to fear, I’m safe Yet something is amiss…
Hour 15, Poem 18
I was there during the diagnosis I was the one to take you to the hospital Multiple times, back and forth I was there when you fell down I was the one to pick you up I saw you struggle and win I saw you…