the strangers decided to meet on a hot and dry day he arrived first and was standing there looking over the blue ocean waves she had not arrived and was late and he was filled with frustration thinking about life and his fears she…
Category: Marathon Poem
#10 – Angel of Lavender
She appeared twice Once to a young girl The other to an even younger boy Lots of gossip are running around The Angel of Lavender Nobody believes these two kids Today she’s coming for you You don’t believe your eyes She’s well talking…
Autobiography of a Face
When you look at her… LOOK AT HER! Don’t just look at the ways Her lips Pucker up Every time she crawls in To give you a kiss LOOK AT HER! Don’t just look at how The grey strands Of hair Have begun to Trace…
Sprout
Lain in barren soil, The curious seed opens To life – come what may.
Autobiography of a Face (Poem 10/24)
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt fresh faced. I’m constantly caked in this thick make up. People used to be able to see me. My freckles. My light pale pink cheeks. My shiny nose. My feathery eye lashes. I used to have eyebrows,…
Eighth poem
We need shelter, food, and hope from above. We need desire, motivation, an encouraging shove. We need to own our flaws, take off the kid gloves. We need beauty and joy we can’t get enough of. We need empathy, sympathy, kindness, and love.
#10 Autobiography of a Body
Anatomy is a peculiar thing. We don’t get to choose it and yet end up being judged for it. Too short, too tall, too asymmetrical, too disproportional, too feminine, too masculine. Too human? I was born not-too-tall, with little feet and tiny toes, but not-too-short…
Self-Portrait
Vanity hung, to glitter silver, the young eyes watch, musing. Already I see the age, the pull of taut skin going slack, the dull shine of eyes blue, white leaching dark color from me and spotting elsewhere, slowly, bones pitted and mottled, stained with each…
Loss of Self
When yesterday repeats itself today When life is full circled Not that it will all make sense Or that hindsight is 20/20 Rather when blah and gloom takeover And loss of ‘will to do’ sets in What vibrant livelihood once enveloped your persona Left in…
Poem #10
Glistening droplets, rivers running in the streets, dark clouds overhead.