The bitter cold nipped at me I pull my torn sheet close The smell of food reached me My stomach turns in hungered pain Revolt screams in my head As I peer into the garbage bin A torn garbage bag lay on top Grabbing a…
Category: Marathon Poem
Prompt 15 – The Heart
The heart pumps my blood; Yet causes me an ache when It’s your face I see.
Pixies
Loving Every second I Spend spreading Pixie dust Around Giving true words Throughout the land Smiling because I’m follow the way of Life
Pearl
Pearls are shiny and nice. Some are round, others not so much. Most come from Earth, But not all. I have heard tell of a pearl That can swordfight. This pearl is tall and slender. This pearl has hot pink hair. This pearl loves deeply…
I Read the Newspaper Today
I read the newspaper today The stories were filled with grief and despair Each one made my heart hurt worse Saddened for the world today So much death and destruction Too much heartache and loss I knew I needed to do something Something to change…
close ties
Close ties Closely knit family Always in jubilation Something fishy happening A great silence between spaces Knowing what lies ahead An opportunity for growth and living economy Underlying precepts always enduring Lessons learned keeping in logbook of living Moving forward new acceptance New ties within…
Withdrawal
The bones ache The nerves re-alight Forgotten pain courses through the veins Surging with evening And crashing once laid down Hot and cold Craving comfort and solitude Everything is too much And not enough All at once
SEVENTEEN
The origin of tears Because we began as rivers stretched supine along the slow-carve trace of sea-flow — because we stared up into the chronology of light and into the faces of saurian beasts who saw in our liquid musings only themselves — because the…
Light
Angel of light came to free my soul from the hell of fire. That covered my soul. Angel of light bring my body to a place that was away. From hell of fire. My soul was so scared from the fear that was upon….
Hour 11 – From A To B
Prompt for Hour Eleven For the twenty first time, Mr. Noname, You are suffering from temporal amnesia, the kindly doctor had said. I hadn’t argued, but I knew that. Nothing to do, nowhere to go Food tasted strange The people looked funny A Turing machine in déjà…