Every time I open my closet I do so with a sigh. Dresses, skirts and shirts galore, they are piled so high. Most of these clothes are never worn, but it’s so hard to let go. I need to spend more time in there to…
Category: Marathon Poem
Mandala – Hour Twelve
Mandala Each fiber is woven and intricate Each strand in tandem with the next Individuality that joins together A band of sisters, standing as one A simplistic beauty, measured by a dream A dream of art, the gift of life That measures the test of…
A Childhood Narnia
My mom hung my clothes in the box by the wall of my room It carried my outfits for outings or school days It’s where my favorite spot for hide and seek came into bloom And grew when Woody made a dramatic entrance to his…
Protected: The Closet – H12
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Hour 12 – Lightning’s Purpose
.Does Lightning have a purpose? . Does it only serve to destroy? . Or is it made to strike down those . Who are out of Lord’s…
Hour 12- Imagination
In the darkness I creep, hands in front of my face I could be in a cave or even outer space I battle dragons that come from the sky Great snakes from down below. I make courageous journeys and let my bravery show I take…
8:00 PM – Ballads (Hour 12)
Perfection is boring chaos ignites passion Plans and maps should guide not dictate the journey glide with tune of inspiration opening up your heart 2 Chords of new experiences don’t seek to prove yourself as right or righteousness rather leave room for the…
The Faerie Child
There once was a faerie child Of golden hair and small size With an impish grin And mischief in her eyes How she loved to run through forests And climb the tall, tall trees And laugh as her hair danced Amid the summer’s breeze One…
Prompt 12
Closets There is a place I keep secrets Behind lock and key A place not for you But only for me It has a few hundred locks And is surrounded by a moat Not easily accessible By car, train or boat It is kept…
In or Out
In or Out So many possibilities Behind the closet door A monster or an angel Can walk out that door Use your imagination To conjure up an image The closet holds the magic Of a thousand minds at work It’s up to you what comes…