Sleepy heads carefully balanced on necks eyes closed sermon kept at bay
Category: Marathon Poem
Poem #6: Wheelchair.
My grandma in her prime, Dusting the bones of her body, With my grandpa’s spirit and ingesting all my bitterness. She knows the world in a way I do not. She struggle with the patience of the calm before a storm, But she is the…
Hour Seven
Passion-Pulse quickened-Hearts pounding-Flesh blushed-Need-Desire-Hot-Feverish-Red Anger-Rage-Tension rising-Words flying-Vision blinded-Fists clenched-Eyes blazing-Hurt-Orange Joy-Lips curved-Eyes twinkle-Sun shining-Nose crinkling-Caresses tickling-Warm embraces-Home-Yellow Despair-Tears welling-Gaze darkened-Knees buckle-Chest heaving-Sobs escaping-Hands praying-Drowning-Blue Hope-Thoughts racing-Maybes-Perhaps-Tomorrow-Heart dreaming-Wishing-Wondering-Indigo Calm-Deep breathing-Mind clearing-Dawn breaking-New steps taking-Plans arranging-Time slowing-Just being-Violet
Poem #5: In a Fire
In a fire, you stand, read the air and its failing respiration, move in all contortions forgotten from leisure. The only way to test your reflexes, in an isolation of self; and your mind has never boiled to this degree before. Now you know how…
One Lesson I’ve Learned Well #8/24
One Lesson I’ve Learned Well When I was fragile as the bones of birds, unbroken by the way things go, I brought a baby chick so tiny and new but sick and frail and maybe suffering to my grandmother’s house. I came looking for her…
“Somebody’s Pet”
The fading sunlight ripples across the water’s veneer. A magical being emerges from beneath. Black and green scaley skin. Amber, diamond shaped eyes. A single deadly horn juts from its head. Teeth like razors primed to rip me to shreds. Yet this beast makes no…
The Artist by the Shore
In the still of the night All I hear is the slight drizzle by the window Tiny droplets of rain making sounds as they fall on the ground. On this cool July evening Alone in my room Still can’t bring myself to slumber, My mind…
#7
rain drops falling onto the glass sliding downards slowly and fast catching up with the others forming patterns and lines a race to reach the bottom of the window and still you say there is nothing to watch
Hour 7
The Sun in my Eye Radiant rays slide silently through All sensations of warmth running anew Piercing the shadows dark and cold Stands its path proud and bold Reaching to alight all in its way Flickers of gold dance through its elegant sway Lightly, gently…
Stealing Love (hour 7) Visual
Dancing in the moonlight she embraced the sweet caress of his lips as he ran his fingers through her hair she melted in his arms like butter spread on bread the dew was wet on the grass the bugs singing in the dark the smell…