I thought I had so many ideas feeling empty now brief nap
Category: Marathon Poem
Inside (10)
I wonder if … If I could bite off a piece of your flesh. If I can swallow it make it a part of me. If that will ensure our never being separated.
Troubadour
I see in myself a troubadour; a mute, wandering minstrel. For though I have not the courage to read my words to you aloud, I could write to you until the end of days. I could write for you all my secret tales – some…
Autobiography of a Face
Female, Age 88, Late Stages of Dementia Fall risk, visual hallucinations Eyes as blue as night What if the sky melted into a blanket of blue And washed all the gray away? What if the night broke into a thousand pieces, And the stars…
Autobiography of a Face
Pale and spotted with age, marked and ragged each passing day. Perspiration gleens with each new trial. Brow furrowed while hunting in style. Teeth gleam white in the light of day Jaw squared, he sees his prey. Long dreadlocks flow in the wind. While…
Poem #9: Sleep Eyes.
The echo from a touch, The rippling of your godly frame against mine, That stirs even the the mountains awake, And being only twenty-one, we think this is love. I still feel you in the air conditioned room of that summer house, And I still…
Basic Needs
We need more truth in this world. More truth. Real truth. Truth that doesn’t hide behind The spin we have to mind. We need more love in this world. More love. Real love. Love that doesn’t pretend it’s real, Amid the foghorn’s peal. We need…
Autobiography of a Face
Her lines had become creases now, Deep caverns of deeply rooted emotion Scarring what had once been pristine skin Each line was a memory, the painful emotional divorce, the lost child taken without a chance to fight, the loss of parents and grandparents that made her…
Napping
Recharging my mind. Warding off doubt and negativity. I dream in metered verse, Only to find my words leave me, Replaced by visions that do not contribute to my well-being. Unfit slumber leaves me. I am awake once more.
Hour Eight. We need…
We need a change of pace. We need a new found place, In our hearts and in our minds, Of our own fashion and design. We need a revolution but it has to start In our own self and in our own heart. We need…