I hope you understand That I am allowed to do what is best for me sometimes It is not all about what I can give What is expected What good manners dictate Or what I have done in the past The older I get Just…
Category: Marathon Poem
4 Day begins
Belly rubs before all else Food prepared then we roam A morning skip on dewy grass Relief a romp return to home This soft warm roommate Has little choice to share As morning news brightens That dark corner there My many barks may…
Possibility hour 24
Possibility a haiku It is entirely possible, says my friend, that everything will be ok.
HOPE – #24
Taunting fate It opens the door to expectancy something may happen something may not Still, we indulge in magical thinking The illusion of omnipotence fronting a positive outcome
Hour 23: 10-53
I love you, but I’m not a thief Despite the masses disbelief No matter what we tend to think You do not belong to me We’ve always known to some degree The way this venture had to be I can’t bring artillery We’re better…
3 AM Pancakes – Hour Twenty-Four
3 AM Pancakes I’ve grown so accustomed to you being there I can no longer sleep when you’re not In fact, here I am with my 3 AM pancakes Alone and unable to sleep It’s funny that years of sleeping alone So normal and now…
Hope ~ an Acrostic
Hope ~ an Acrostic what a lovely four letter word Heavenly sounding Oaths, from above Prayers, going up Extracurricular activity
Hour 24
I did it!! The writing might suck for all the poems but I did it! I wrote 24 poems in 24 hours once again. Now to double check they are all posted! Hour 24 prompt inspired The feeling of light when there’s no…
Hour 24.25
The poetry is done for now I slip away to bed Allowing just this treat for now I rest my weary head And though I do not publish this On the 25th hour 50 poems I have writ Within 24 tight hours
What Will Be-Hour Twenty-Four
One day, it’ll happen. I can see it clearly, as plain as today. I will wake up, half-asleep still. Cold morning light, lavender-gray soft filters in one window, scudded with clouds, and a heavy weight will be ’round my waist. All those years…