Swinging takes you up and down, Under blue skies As the sun goes round. And tomorrow it starts where it ended last day– follow the sun; don’t search for the gray. Reach for the sky, Turn toward the light, and when day is done, rest…
Category: Marathon Poem
Wait for Me
Wait for me at the top of the old stairs where the creaks are the loudest and splinters catch your nightgown as you walk up to bed By the old water pump wait for me to talk of fairies and nymphs that play in…
Morning Glory
My Dad said to me, “Good morning, Morning Glory!” Now a memory.
Gone Girl (prompt 7)
I am not that person anymore the girl who once sat passively as she was consumed by every raw emotion much as you may not acknowledge I am not that person anymore the girl who waited in silence for love to come home I can’t…
Ultraviolence
Ubiquity is the name of the game. It seems no matter how hard you try, you never can seem to escape it. These days, it seems like nowhere is safe. Supermarkets, churches, pretty much anywhere people congregate. The one disease for which we just…
“Changes leads to goodbye”
Changes leads to goodbye, For the first time in September, I worried on where I’m going, On what I’m after, On where I was before, I worried on everything that happened. And happens simultaneously. It’s like a tapestry of events, Happening once more. They…
Sunflowers in a Field
Yoke yellow spheres hold a buttery glow Sun silhouettes stand tall Shy satin stalks break from the breeze Imprinted mud stays motionless, dented and dry Knotted wood sits still, sturdy as an archive now Submersed in memory I sit and swing as my audience of…
Hour Seven: The Offering
We offer you all you need. If need proves not enough for satisfying your empty places, we offer you all you want or think you do. If this offer leaves you wanting more, we offer you all you desire …
Over the edge #6
I took a walk to the edge Theyd told me wasn’t there There was a meadow Wild flowers and long grass Made the trek at least bareable Though the sun was strong And in my eyes so much I almost walked straight over Stumbling back…
“Playmates”
Hour Seven: Ekphrastic from Martin Torrez photo Each one fights to push my swing. Their heads watch. They have known me since childhood. They know my secrets. They know who my new boyfriends are, they know my new girlfriends. This secret place between nature and…