2023 Full Marathon: Hour 10

Hour 10: Away with the butterflies   We used to go to the art gallery with the gorgeous garden and all the famous to us statues to watch the frogs, listen to the birds, and cover ourselves in sharpie poetry –   We used to…

Hour 10- What is Love…a pantoum

What is love? A smile that lights up the room. Laughter that chases away the gloom. A whiff of a charming, delicate perfume. A smile that lights up the room. Eyes that shine like a flower in bloom A whiff of a charming, delicate perfume….

what is love? #2023poetrymarathon #prompthour10

Love is the light that shines through the cracks, The touch of a hand, the flash of a glance It’s knowing that you’ve got their backs. Love needs no assurance except that it’s there The touch of a hand, the flash of a glance. The…

Poem 10

Today I will wear hope on my face Sleeping on a couch for weeks Too frail to move, too slow, too meek I’m wanting for a lighter feeling I will take my medicine Right to the calendar’s end Day by day I will try to…

What is love to those who grieve?

What is love to those who grieve? Is it a reminder that there is a pause when inevitably our loved ones leave and on our heart loss gleefully gnaws?   What is love to those who grieve? Is it a shattered moment where knees bend,…

Hour 6: Level

If you peered over the edge of the earth Do you know what you’d see? What you could hope to find?   You’d see graveyards filled with the bottoms of gravestones A constant tripping hazard A minefield   You wouldn’t find flowers or trees or…

X- Crossroads

Two wanderers stop where the dirt paths merge She is coy, curious; He is brave, bold Eyes catch and fall ignorant to the sun winking behind the trees He, from the East and Her, the West seek out the North and South but carelessness has…

Dismal Falls

Early October, crisp clean vibes, you told me to come over, to meet for the first time. I drove nearly three hours, to meet my dream come true, his hug gave me powers, and hope to make it through. We laughed and shared music, and…

Door

When living in the same house, sharing the same roof and wood with a man who shared my intimacy with his friends. After many storms and acid words, I used his door to reach my place. I saw him sitting on his bed, staring at…