Symphonic sorrow sounds of grief emerges a solo possibilities of Hope Coaxing subtle light a duo arises aww, moments of relief this poem was inspired by Max Richter’s “On the Nature of Daylight” symphonic instrumental
Category: Marathon Poem
“Astrophile”
If there is a miracle that I know, Is the fact that the mystery of the universe is yet to be resolved. Questions keep knocking on our door, And every answer leads to more. The vastness of the universe expands beyond our imagination. There…
“Hope Appears in Many Forms”
Hour Eight: Prompt: Music without words by Max Richter Gentle patter. Gentle quiet. Ease your breath, I will come to you. A caress is a caress. Hope to a cry that will be answered. Feel me? Yes, I sense and caress. You are not alone….
Sunflower Swing hour 7
Sunflower Swing the empty swing beckons whoever will take the risk. no criteria, no membership, no permission required. find me and I am yours! the clear path ends at fields of yellow, pollen shared with bees, crunchy seeds a gift to birds, oil for your…
Will of Fire
Maybe it’s the darkness that embraces me from behind Maybe it’s the warmth before me that’s so bright I could go blind It’s a curious flame, a spark that ignites wonder As I hold my own light at hand, I ponder The fire one, the…
War Photographs (8)
He came back from the war carrying discarded shells in his pocket ‘3 for those I killed,’ he says He also brings an iPhone full of pictures and videos him and his buddies having a good time firing shots into the mountainside kicking up dust,…
Hour 8, Poem 10
Constellation The sky is alit with A million tiny lights And there in the vast infinity A few look exceptionally bright… If you look closely You will find A bear, a hunter, a snake Or even dragons and centaurs Look closer and you will find…
Getting Away (prompt 8 image)
The pressure of life has gotten to me. Camping in nature will set me free. Totally alone, no people about. This is a place I can scream and shout. Stars my canopy, the Milky Way is clear. Off in the distance I see a deer….
Hour 8 – Song prompt Funeral Singers
inspired by this song here So much loss in losing Not so much picking it or choosing Little lifes like candles Buzzing out a tune Funeral singer bee keeping When magnets report the queen Buzzing her tune no more Pray for successions Return, return to me…
Prompt eight Funeral Singers
Funeral What is real in this fight or flight a world before me demands my sight A focus born of trauma hymnals funeral blacks and carnation symbols We hold hands down the aisles as life charges on, a blur of smiles Amidst the dizzy,…