A light breeze cools the hazy summer sky. Green, choppy waters dance a lively two-step with the small fishing boat As she heads out into the lake. A new rod and reel to count how many feet of fishing line are let out When trolling…
Category: Marathon Poem
Red Dot Angst
Where is it? The red dot that traces the walls, there it is! on the roof taunting me, out of reach, I will jump on the book case to see if I can get a closer look at the source of its existence, It trembles…
Bird Muse #3: The Ducks
Bird Muse #3: The Ducks Frannie Z Every year I lived in Madison, I would see a mom duck and ducklings trailing along some road in spring. But it was never the same road. All the drivers stopped. Or, to put it more…
Panic!
I’m fucking dying not enough air I can’t fucking breathe five steps heart pounding heart attack? no, too much hands shaking cold legs going numb help me I’m dying
Hour 7 – Prompt 7 – Angst – The “worry” sphere
“Worry worm”, that was her nickname All who knew her well, felt her angst First, it was the fear of crossing the road Then, what if she forgot all answers in the exam? She refrained from exploring new places What if she got lost and…
Poem 7– Struggling with Angst
I am all but the Happiness I portray, But I keep smiling, Hoping for a better day, Life travels everywhere But in the distance I choose, I forbid fighting battles, I always lose. Anxiety of trying too hard, Confused on playing the right card. Fear…
PEACE.. A tetra syllabic
Peace of mind Reached our soul Touch our hearts Heal our scar Men unite
darkness
We learned in science class that nothing grows when it is dark which is where I have been hiding stunted for the past 15 years when I stopped being perfect and became who I am 15 years later The sun is finally shinning and I…
7 // fitzsimmons
in the laboratory we are home there’s nothing we can’t figure out the unknown is at war with us we fight it with weapons of our own– we have our numbers we have our stats and figures and theories we have hands that sometimes catch…
Her heart
She held on Waiting for retribution, While the minutes hours days Grew Around her a wall of fortitude, A labyrinth, so complex, Until there could be no restitution, Her softness locked away, Hidden, Unyielding to any man who encountered, Her stolen gaze (his) reminder, Of…