You are no longer a being of free thought You are bound to a cache you are greater than I too share the prison you chain yourself to As I am incarcerated because you are Once upon a time you would offer perspective to those…
Category: Marathon Poem
Bessburough Road
Bessburough Road Virginia Carraway Stark On Bessburough road In a little house Of white and blue There lived a grand lady And she was A grand mother too She endured pain And violent abuse And she still found time To give me hugs and kisses…
River
The river that runs through our lives. Everyday is a knew beginning . Every breath you take is breath of life. When we feel a rain drop that falls on our soul. Is too feel there is knew life. When the rain stops. The sun…
Self Taught
I learned that fear will get me nowhere and the simple art of raising my middle finger to someone or an idea or an object, makes me not so fearful anymore. I learned that not everyone is going to like me I learned that not…
The horizon is a doorway one may journey to A place you will never arrive And impossible to travel through Somewhere over the threshold (yes, sung exactly like the song And later changed by Judy Garland to rainbow Because she thought ‘threshold’ just felt wrong)…
NAS Prompt 2
NAS Prompt 2 I wake to a greeting: “Good Morning” I am a happy and devoted Child of God, and one of his gifts to me is a husband who greets me with words in a tone that is pleasant. Later the day, a…
Mise-en-scène
The fields of sunlight-green go on forever, The ancient arch reveals the rural scene Containing countless shades of blue and green Each leaf and blade of grass defined but never Destroying harmony with one another But delicately balancing between Variety and unity of mien A perfect patch of land, in…
Hour 6–The Hesperus Wrecked
It was a tragedy. She was the captain’s daughter. She was found in the dim surf tied to the mast of the wreckage. Her bosom was white and her long hair swirling. I was 12 and a boy and the bosom thing is mostly what I…
In the Dressing Room: A Prose Poem #7/24
In the Dressing Room: A Prose Poem #7/24 “We still have a pay phone back by the three bathroom stalls with the doors removed cause someone got caught smoking weed or doing coke or something else equally bad in there but the girls in this…
The search
Run fast or you will get late No matter what you have to win the race said everyone But in your head you have already seen places are calling roads are free The decision awaits while choosing the fate listen what the heart…