“I want you in my life,” you said. I believed you really meant it. But for someone who Wants me in their life You are remarkably silent And this relationship feels Awfully one sided. Maybe we have different ideas Of what it means to want…
Category: Marathon Poem
Afloat #2023poetrymarathon #prompthour1
We indulge our passions, unthinking Of how it feels to others, I am most alive When I am dead underwater, cocooned In its gentle caress. No hacking cough Not even the pain that shoots Down my leg on land. This poem flows Like the drops…
Oh My
The babies are crawling three by three oh my oh my the babies are crawling three by three oh my oh my the babies are crawling three by three crawling and crying over my knee and I am crying too what can I do?
Prompt One – When the Past is not Tense
When the Past is not Tense after Diana Khoi Nguyen This is how they found us, giggling, draped around the room. Cousins, meeting post lockdown after months of giggling on zoom. Cousins, first best friends childhood partners in crime, Stolen mangoes, fashion trends…
Protected: Lonely Home – H1
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9:00 AM – A Matter for My Heart (Hour 1)
The peace I feel and yearn to achieve compete for my concentrated focus do I choose contentment or ambitious hope white light over green heat that tension is the anthesis of what I seek ~ d², 09.02.23, 9:51 AM Copyright D…
Hour 1 – Golden Shovel
Our journey on this sphere is limited in time. Cliché, yes, but true. I think so much about life and its ending now that I am old enough for a senior discount. Some say– “I won’t write to her, let our sister be alone. She…
Hour One: “Her form in the sound”
after Diana Khoi Nguyen When the music enters me Making me a marionette Dancing to its tune, You think I move my feet To the rhythm You think I sing the rhymes. Know this: I become the beat you feel I become the song…
THIS IS HOW TIME ENDS THEM (hour i)
Oh, in these times of multiple crossroads, the blind now sees through the fog In this cacophony bouncing echoes of babble the deaf hears afar And they act like ghosts slitting through the commonwealth as visible ghosts Yet, in these mean times their harvests drain…
Pause (1 hour)
Life like love is on us if we let it be It happens to us and never leaves us If we let it, it can be never-ending or it can press pause. Love like life is on us, if we let it see It…