Everything you have brought to life is thriving keep breathing soul into all things…. It is magic really, All that has become…. Given the time constraints
Category: Marathon Poem
The Problem With Spiders and Flies
Was the spider’s parlor draped with webs when the fly entered? Stupid fly. Even the idiot Tuffet had sense to run.
Could I Live Here (Again)
Could I Live Here (Again) Frannie Z They’ve probably redone the woodwork. Painted the kitchen something sober instead of the bright yellow that made me warm to it. If I brought the bookshelves, carpets and tables back, and the dishes, would I hear the…
A Spot of Nature
Circles in the rock mark years Of water flowing and flowing. Little holes next to the path Are markers of water levels of the past. And the canyon itself is a chronicle of this little river. The water is actually blue here. Real water is…
The Path
It’s smooth, no obstacles, huff and puff free. Said no philosopher. What if they’re wrong What if it doesn’t have to be that way What if event-free and incident-less is the norm? What if the path if its the right one is obstacle- free Happy…
A Heart’s Responsibility
A heart’s responsibility is Not to feel and Bleed for others But to Beat like a drum Not to keep sentiments of The soul but To keep me company Through life Aiding in providing oxygen And when it stops So do I
Our Lady of the Butterflies
once in a land of ordinary women lived a sprite neither coddled nor contrite. She flew among ones who could not believe, carried to the unbelievers the seed of the transformation hat brought resurrection to a moribund group who followed the sprite wherever words…
EIGHTEEN
Poem EIGHTEEN has been removed and is now posted on chocolate is a verb, 16 August 2016.
Poem Eighteen ~ Blue Rings of Death
Long tentacles with suction cup ends. Sharp beak, dripping with poison – drip, drop, dripping into the veins of its prey. Careful, or it may prey on you, though only if you are smaller than a golf ball. Brilliant blue hues shine out to the…
MAPLE TREE
Grandma took the hand auger, chose just the right bit, cut a piece of green garden hose, just the right length, got a pail and went to work; she drilled a hole in the maple tree in the back yard, careful to only pierce through…