Voices heard words spoken understanding happens with listening listening for meanings of each word
Category: Marathon Poem
Daily Parade
Mama pulled out the stroller and Put on my prettiest dress. My heart started to beat faster Cause I knew what this meant. Will he be up on the roof or Hammering a wall? Will he talk to us this time or Turn away…
Poem 17
“I always believed that I would recognise her when I saw her again” * Would I know her if I saw her walk past me in her light blue sweater and her feathered hair? She would look past me, seeing nothing more than an older…
Sexton’s Register #17
Sexton’s Register The old ledger, corners frayed, bides time until ground thaws when steel-toed boots again kick shiny broad shovels, scraping stones. Passed soldiers rest decades beneath grey shadowed granite, brothers and lovers and children, frozen, waiting for company. This green spring…
#7 Garden Visitors
Garden visitors chipmunks snakes and toads. Monarch butterflies and swallowtails Dragonflies red, blue and green
Child of Mine
You left that child broken Hearted You touched, and threatened So, I lied You never should have Been welcomed to my room With responses, so confusing A little girls love Twisted, mortified You paid dearly, for your sin They found the car, but…
Morning
It is morning now so I need not be afraid The demons can no longer play with my dread Longing will have to wait out the day light Loneliness may still strike But because it is light now, so bright I may have the strength…
Heartbreak
Words shocked me Thoughtless blades thrown needlessly Suddenly I’m torn assunder I begin to wonder Did you mean a word of kindness? All I asked was how are you?
Prompt 16 – Carousel
The Carousel turns to a Melody Horses rear up against their reins, Frozen in a gallop that never ends As their prison turns and bends And twists their expressions While children and couples Ride on their backs as The Carousel turns to a Melody.
Hour 17
Through the toil My heart was tired From all the spoil A torment of hate Was what he made my fate Ripping into the emotions Of his lover Never seem to bother him at all His torture was like silk to him Yet her eyes…