Hour Twenty-Two The future is written with invisible ink and solidified by the permanence of our choices and action.
Category: Marathon Poem
“In the hour of silence”
There’s no energy remains, Just a drop of blood that taste like coffee, I’m in the hour of silence, madness. Or maybe silence sounds like weakness, A few breads to eat, My rice cooker not yet meeting its red mark. I’m yet in the…
Walk, Sprint, Run (Poem 21)
Running Huffing and puffing Hardly stopping Not realising the mind and body needs rest Take a breath once in a while Soften the pace maybe Opt for a sprint Or just walk a while Instead of Only running In response…
Hour 23 – The World Beyond
Alien Worlds collide Unknown skies beckon Adventure calls, hearts soar Exploration Exotic Landscape strange Colors beyond dreams Creatures with eyes of wonder Awe-inspiring Distant Realms of light Mysteries to unveil Infinite possibilities Journey’s beginning Infinite Universe vast Infinite dimensions Endless beauty, boundless…
Multiverse, verse (Prompt 23)
John Steinbeck once wrote a letter to Marilyn Monroe A humorous missive Underwood pica wishing her autograph on behalf of his teen nephew-in-law her lovestruck admirer That one of the greatest American writers sent a humorous note to America’s most famous sex symbol on behalf…
What’s left
My elementary school was tore down not long after I went to middle school. The magnolia tree that I practically lived in back then is also gone. My neighbors disappeared and then their house was tore down too. These structures had very much life left…
It’ll be okay.
The healing feels more like bleeding. And now I’m kneeling before An ill mind. But go easy on yourself kid the world will not burn if you were to reach out and touch it; the ice would not melt, the sun would still rise. the…
Hour 23 text prompt – world within
Sometimes I wonder If you see realized The goal and artistry When one tiny scientist Takes humanoid To space on a bet or three What size is the planet?
2023 Poem Fourteen
Untitled Sometimes that hour drive between us feels insurmountable. Like COVID moved us states apart before I did that. You’re stuck in the stifling heat of the kitchen sacrificing your body for a year’s worth of pay and then some in a single summer. I…
Water First (Poem 20)
Best things in the world are free And I’m glad one of them forms the first thing I do after waking up Is it my morning adulation? Nope It’s drinking two glasses of water That sets everything right And as they say well…