A quest for the perfect, take the slow road. Wend your way improvisationally. Resist the mecca. Anchor the sprawling quiet, Bathe in the protected Harbor. The next worthwhile stop is home. At any point: you. [a found poem from a National Parks clipping, page 44]
Category: Marathon Poem
IN THE CITY
A distance I will keep Protecting land in my sleep Like a war does people Like a war kills people Like a smile breaks a frown The laughing of a clown A side that’s broken down He haunts me with his eyes of fire The…
What It Is
Hour 6 – 11:00 AM Courageous in thought. Actions are words. Complexed in theory. A Man’s faith is dependent on his notion of clarity. Where we sought a truth but were handed a lie. It’s our job to see past through to the other…
The Forgotten Garden
If you don’t play with your piano it will run away. I know, because I met one, nestled in between beech trees and so many kinds of ancient greens and wild flowers Whispering, ever so softly on the wind, for someone to come and play….
Thought Provoking
Hour 5 – 10:00 AM I’m a lion at my best. I’m calculated, I’ve been put to the test. I push forward no matter the weight. I’m elated to say I have escaped. No mastery can control my thoughts. I’m a thought provoking individual…
The Answer
Who do I write for, they ask Do you think it matters? Why do you do it, they ask And so much I want to come up with the Right answer— Everyone But it’s not that simple Nor should it be The right answer is…
Making Love on the Bank of the Eel River
Even as he entered me I thought What a great story this will be Naked, exposed, in love Surrounded by the giant, ancient redwoods The fresh smell of the forest The intoxicating sounds of the river The relaxing heat of the afternoon sun The gentle bite of…
Short on Time Noon
Noon time hour Time is running short for this hour yes, I took a nap to recharge brain power. Still searching for words… My muse isn’t participating which has me worried. I forgot to say it’s mandatory To be here for the 24 hour duration…
Eternal Nothing.
I feel its grip around my throat, Death’s cold and grasping hand, While the soul I once was tied to, Drifts free far above this land, The towns stretched out below me, See no shadow as I pass, No gust of breeze to prove I’m there,…
Death
Devoid of life: all in his wake. Evolving us from living things, Adorning us with angel wings? Or, Turning the tide from life to death, Heaving us- brutally, choking our breath?