Their chilled fingers brush down my spine, And I erupt into shivers. The room is dark around me. My eyes meet only shadow. But there are breaths flitting through the air, Some carrying baited, icy words that dance at the very edge of my hearing….
Category: Marathon Poem
Birth of a Night Owl
I wrote my best to the morning asking forgiveness for the love lost between us for when moonlight met my heart I knew I’d never again wake bathed in early golden light with both eyes open.
Inside my head
The beauty of time, is the it never comes back. Today becomes yesterday and tomorrow the present. Regrets aren’t options, looking forward ahead. Every action has a reaction and every reaction has a consequence. Can’t cry over spill water, you just move forward. Can’t force…
a Summer day Fishing
a summer day good time to kindle more than greetings of jubilation a Good Day Indeed Blasting out it is a fishing day waiting waiting waiting At Last got one off the hook breakfast lunch time dinner time a…
The Rocking Chair
On the porch is a wooden rocking chair. Rocking, listening to the birds, Delighted in the mix of shade, children playing, A humming bird Bees at the flowers. I’ve sat in that chair and have rocked you home to me. Cool, spring evenings, Neighbors surprised…
Sweet love
You gave me . Sweet love. Flow like a warm sweet breeze. That caress my soul. Like magic of the stars. That smile so bright show us the light of love. Right through our souls. Sweet love.
Dear Anna
Dear Anna Virginia Carraway Stark Anna what happened To your cricket heart I see your doubt And empty dreams Your decisions poised Ever on a razors edge Of your triplicity You alone I can never trust Your heart is ever changing Your blonde hair Turned…
The Hushing Ballade
An artist knows the soul’s effect. Drops of blue hued eternity On Life’s canvas forever kept- Fierce, Bold, tremendously mighty Deliberately drawn safety With each brush stroke a million tries Capturing time’s humanity Hush, little lady, dry your eyes. Musicians call souls to connect….
Depth
It’s crowded in here So many thoughts: Fears Worries Too many to sort More than I can discern Sinking deeper and deeper Into the depths of my mind I fear losing myself To the Dark The Emptiness A Soul Death I cannot fathom Is…
Last Dance
they danced like they had never danced before with joy in their hearts and tears in their eyes while whispering and holding hands under dim lit street lights and soft moonlight they always knew how it would need to be from the very…