June. Warm, breezy, dark evenings, my sisters and I ran circles in the back yard, my grandparents sitting in their aluminum, mesh webbed chairs, a pleasant childhood playground, Ball jars with aeriated lids, to capture the lighted beetles speckling the air with neon green lights….
Category: Marathon Poem
The End of Me
The End of you is the beginning of me You, who I loved but you see It is time I let go of the worn and the weathered Will you let me leave an image shattered? Because time demands it and I deem it fit…
9 am
bright moon in night sky reflected in still water, beautiful springtime
Summer’s End
Summer’s End The deerfoot stippler, washed, dryed, put away Quinacridone Magenta frowns as her cap is tightened Stuffed into her den between Naphthol Crimson and Phthalo Green; The easel creaks as he is flattened, placed beside the crafting table. Canvases mourn, modeling paste grieves, pallet…
The End? I just got Started!!!
They’re not gonna trick me into quitting. I wrote a pome fair and square. Bluff. Yeah. Complain a little, that always helps. IS THIS THE FRIGGIN END OR THE BEGINNING?!? Where’s the end of the line? PRS 1.2 2016
Mercy
A sacrifice we offer, a Sacrifice we pray as we go forward upon this glorious, wretched day. Humble resurrection.. a transfiguration… the word became flesh… but then, the Lord gives, and He takes away. On this day when life goes forth Blood and Water are…
VIRAGO #1
Quickly, now, we tiptoed, away from Notorious Joe, our cover we were sure not to blow, “Ouch!” A throbbing big toe. Jack whispered, “Oh woe.” the torch in his hands aglow, no light from the kitchen window, the glass, imported from Glasgow. “Be…
#1 – The Left Side of Paradise (The End of Something)
running away like children, invisible as the wind running away like children, needing to pretend running away like children, dreaming of anywhere running away to someplace, never here nor there The left side of paradise, where trains run all night long, where people dance in…
And You Were There
The end is not forever It is a pause A momentary breath A blink A dimming of the lights For the next act And you Were there The last time the lights dimmed, my sight went black, and the air about me froze You smiled…
Now that the End is Near
I don’t remember when it started, but somehow I’ve found myself here. I never knew I could do it, but I did it, and I no longer show fear. For all the countless hours of doubt hold no ground now that the end is near….