Would I save my soul if I could from this fire smouldering in me anger burning gnawing seething anger orange fire burning red smoking from my singed heart white hot I burn blue and cry great tears squeezed from the depths of hell my childhood…
Category: Marathon Poem
Wild Thing
You see of me what I want. Little beast of camoflague, dark of pelt and sleek as rain. Forest-eyes that peer through branches of distrust, wary, curious, silent. What words flow out of me, soft and silent as sighs on the breath of need. I…
the bar
I want to wrap your legs around my head and wear you like a crown” She said to me. My cheeks turned red, like the cherry in the bottom of my glass. massive amounts of alcohol flowed through her I slid my jello like limbs closer to her….
The Bible (Hour 19) King James Version
In the beginning God created the Heaven and the earth Oh how magnificent creation is The earth is so beautiful The flowers are blooming the fruit trees blossoming Birds are chirping Animals playing Children are laughing Oh what a beautiful day it is I am…
Phantom (sestina)
It’s late and hard to Sustain His brain sings the same Refrain Life was not planned Judicious Trying to stay living is ludicrous Deep in the night lives Phantom He strikes song his only AnthemThe song he sang as Anthem Carried his heart to…
Hour 19: Fight
The gun is loaded The muzzle is raised I have no recourse I must make the grab
Poem 18
My hands have… been the first to hold a newborn baby, prepared a meal, changed diapers, taught young hands how to write, put a puzzle together, crocheted a blanket, written countless words, cradled a sick child, planted flowers, shaved my father’s whiskery face, been the…
Wooden Hearts
Wooden Hearts Virginia Carraway Stark Bonsai trees Float in a purple sky As the hoot of an owl Echoes through the forest Where restless spirits roam And trees uproot themselves To follow their wooden hearts And the loves that call To them on owls wings…
Magic
Your magic is filling my soul. With love. You are going so deep. With your love. Make my soul on fire.
hour 15 poem
a few petals left on the carpet two cats chasing each other on the Wall sticker