Few things are warmer Than sunbeams in summer Filtered through A shady breeze Sometimes I wonder If I could perhaps Eat the trees Green leaves But be it a light alike to nothing Be it a trustworthy ally I always love to see Sunbeams filter…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 24 Hope
Someone posted a picture The Lahaina Banyon Tree A block-sized wonder Over a hundred years old Thought to be lost. In the deadly fire. It’s branches black. Its trunk dark and lifeless. As the endless stream. of sad stories and deep loss bombarded us every…
2023 Poem Fifteen
Little Eulogies for the People I Have Been – She was around a lot longer than she ever thought she’d be. Honestly, she’s still here but in ways she never could have dreamed of. – He tried. He tried more than he probably should have…
No Hope – Hour 24, Prompt 24
End is near, I hope without a rope, I say nope blank mind, sleep, elope. – Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023
The place I am truly myself
“Closets are a big deal inside a house, but also metaphorically. One can be in the closet, or come out of it, for example, But they are also places of safety and joy for small children, or where a monster is lurking, depending on…
Hour 24–Goodnight
wayfaring friends wayfaring strangers fare thee well one and all
Poem for Hour Twenty-Four (24/24)
The day is done, And we pass each other, like So many birds trading schedules in the dark. Hope plays upon our crests and roosts in our chests, As we continue our lives in concentric circles from each other. Owls nestle now their heads and…
“The New World”
No religion, no country, no territorial boundary, This world can be a place like no other. No rule parts to play, No currencies, no need for a job. We are not humans here, We are like an orbiting species taking its role as…
Hope (Poem 24)
A tree cut A flower plucked A seed sown New life blooming soon What goes Comes back in some form or the other Life goes on World moves ahead Nothing stop the flow of time There’s only hope That keeps us strong
Stones
Slip sliding over the texture my fingers dive into a pile of river smooth stones shivers running through me as their surface soothes me no sharp edges to disturb my sensitive nerves closing my eyes I feel calm