(a double tetractys to finish off) I… I wish… I wish that I could express all the ways in which I cannot tell you I cannot speak with silence in my throat I wish I could I could say say that I…

My alarm clock  buzzing  and telling me to wake up from a short nap and so my brain asked me, to check the next prompt for 23 hours poetry marathon. And this bright and glaring sun rays penetrate through the bedroom window’s curtain and greeting…

I hear the lions roar, When I see the boar, In the jungle. I hear the waters fall, And the mating calls, In the jungle.

Love me as I am pact   Love me for what I am, Don’t try to change me much and I’ll try not to change you much.   If you don’t respect this, we might have couple problems and lose what we have. I don’t…

I heard the crack Within her voice Speaking words That weren’t her choice Time will tell The truth you hid Come unearthed Come unhinged Power struggle Play no more Split your tongue And make it sure I proved the done The distance fought Now in…

Who were you that I saw, A face among many, In that passing crowd?   Who were you that I saw, Still haunts my dreams, To this very day?   Who were you that I saw, Anchors me to the past, Never letting go?  …

Very little (if any) poetic merit in this, my final poem for the 2017 Poetry Marathon. But an awful lot of love. When I look at the old farm around me Three things I never fail to see: I accept how it is, I remember…

Today, I read Of bodies long fallen Into icy graves. Undisturbed for decades, Unseen until now.   Yet another by-effect Of global warming Lays bare the consequence Of our ambition, And folly.   The dire onslaught Of climate change Imperils our finite earth, Opening it…

Pre-dawn darkness lights my mind with the view through my kitchen window. The seasonal creek white-capped for weeks last winter, after the rains charged our parched patch of earth. Cooper’s hawk shrieks betwixt oak branches. schooling her fledglings of the hunt An owl, white, “who” speaks…