Shouts! Yells! Hollering, happy sounds! Introverted self flinches, then smiles As family members clash At the annual games of reunion Where we hold a fiercely fun competition Hoping to beat the cousin Who always wins But moreso we’re gathered to remind ourselves That among our…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 8 – Prompt 8 – Pantoum – “The tussle”
A mother’s voice calls out “Where are you?” The child pretends, he cannot hear her She comes out, worried, searching for him She says, “There you are, why don’t you answer?” The child pretends, he cannot hear her She asks him “Did you finish your…
Prompt 8
Ghost Train There is no schedule When the train is a ghost. How can I ride When I can’t buy a ticket? When the train is a ghost, It never stops at the station. When I can’t buy a ticket, I get to walk home….
1pm
A trip away out west Beyond the suburbs To old town Small town Train tracks farm town To dine with family.
Before Darkness (Prompt 3)
Before Darkness I don’t remember bottles, or rattles. I remember crying, the only words screaming. Then suddenly it stops. Warmth. Comfort. It’ll be alright. I remember fireworks, “Mama, look at the pretty lights!” Scared of the thunder. Hold me tighter, closer to your heart. Skinned elbows and bruised…
Looney Pantoum or I Suck at Rhymes
To cup a hand to an upturned ear To hear what all there is to hear Echo down the hall and up the stair And keep my mind from turning fear. To hear what all there is to hear And keep my mind from turning…
Dog Day (Tetractys)
Some nights I feel like top dog. Others, I feel like a mutt waiting in the alley
Poem no.8: Moto
I rescue cats – and I have many. Of all the moggies who’ve made it to my farm, Moto is the only cat I’ve never managed to tame. This poem describes our relationship *sigh* She hates me so, this little cat; Perfectly pawed, she sits…
Poem 7
Home Packing my bags, Going to home. The real joy, While having many storms. Counting days, Which says, few days more, Then you will be at your door. Where the roots originates, From a leaf to tree, That made me free. Does not matter,…
Summer
The morning sun shines Sky is golden with blue hues Leaves dance in the wind Summer days are always hot Summer nights are for kissing