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…
Category: Marathon Poem
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…
Meeting
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…
#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.