1pm. Poem 11. At the Clinic School On any ordinary day on an ordinary street in our ordinary town third floor of a very ordinary, beige building… a child with no speech squeaks out, “Ooooo” for the first time, another chooses to pick up a…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 11: Path in the Wood
A well adjusted person would have give not a second thought about venturing down the magically lit path through the woods I, on the other hand, have seen one too many true crime stories for that Even in fairy tales we are warned about wandering…
I Am Not 20 hour 10
I Am Not 20 but I’m not 100 either. I refuse to conform to convention, let my hair stay steel-blotchy grey, cut it sensible short to appease people I barely know and me be miserable. I won’t. My hair is purple, parts are lavender, strips…
Hour 11 – The Path – A Ninette to the Mosquitos
Through the green mosquito trail, we hiked– dancing light entranced so we forgot to itch the bites you left Ninette poetry form Prompt 11 – Photo by Tim Foster on Unsplash
Patriotism
In my humble opinion, patriotism … is a heartfelt emotion stirred up by love for country stirred up by love for Constitution stirred up by love for others … does not compel others to love like you do for our nation to love like you…
The Tea Pot
I’ve never been much for tea parties much to the chagrin of friends. But one and only one time, a tea pot saved my skin. After a long and dreary winter, my depression was quite severe I was given a plain tea pot made of…
H11.P11
Oh there you are my precious dream Wrapped in sleep inside of me Curious and wildly free The maker of midnight tales Sweet and sassyand just a little craze I love the way your whispers stay A memory on my lips as night becomes day.
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Braggadocio, heartbreak, ennui waxing sentimental about a tree– how many genres are there? Inject an emotion- proper pulse meter and rhythm and rhyming and all that crap too probably (for those who care) A new artistic renaissance – but more futurey and junk – it’s…
Extraordinarily Ordinary
A soul among the people An existence of one in billions A lone one by the streets, in the parks, or perhaps a steeple Not entirely acknowledged from the seen by millions One, a single soul Ordinary, living day by day They have their dreams,…
Hour 10 “3’rd Wednesday Of The Month…”
Hour 10 9/2/2023 Yeah is THAT time! “3’rd Wednesday Of The Month…” Is it? It IS! cool, took long enough this month – 21 flipping days …sigh. Gather lists …checked weekly flyers today electronically clipped any coupons of possible use (though…