the end that’s it gone forever remembered maybe? By whom and why? Did I do something great or even good? What does it take to be remembered? Is it how I laughed or my crooked smile Or my stubborness about never giving up.
Category: Marathon Poem
Turning pages..
Today while turning through the pages I met myself in all those stages There were times when I had fights Just to find out what was right They were the times when I was fearless my mom always said that I became careless The times…
Dear Frost
Dear Mr. Frost, As a person who shares the same first name I must admit, It never felt good sharing that name with so many who have come before me who actually made a difference to people. It never felt like sunshine and flowers feeling…
how much is that doggie in the window?
how much will it cost me to spend a little time- wait for you on the sofa so we can conversate way into the night; it isn’t just a passing thing- it always calls for more, the energy we exert can burn a world down…
SIDETRIP: Route 1
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]
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…