I see the tall gates pulled shut by Arkah and Julien through the telescopic eye rune of this great height capturing the hubbub of glass people looking to break things or mend their shards i also see the surrounding desert that circles this high point…
Category: Marathon Poem
Bedtime – Hour 20 Prompt
I want to give you / a blissful restful slumber / wherever we go
20: Dappled
I wander vacant halls where life and laughter lived; Hopes and Dreams packed their bags. I slept on; I thought I heard the hinge turn, light steps in the dappled dawn. Wordlessly, they latched, and locked, and left through garden,…
No. 19: Ready or Not, Here I Am
I think about the person I have become and wonder why I am at all like I am What or whom directed, effected My very being to walk in the Direction that I have taken Over the years of my life My path has intersected…
Prompt 20, The Watchtower
They used to knock on doors in pairs, young believers selling The Watchtower. I forget which – oh, no, it was the Jehovah’s Witnesses. And they always wore ties. We lived in an apartment in Belton and a man in the unit next door had…
Prompt 20 (Image)
Awaken Lay beneath the cool palm trees Serenaded by the birds and bees Drift in and out Of sleep Counting sheep One by one Feel the breeze Gentle and mild See things anew With the eyes of child That views the world In a rose-coloured…
Hour 20.5 – The braincells are no longer functioning hour
Sleep doesn’t come to me I go to it With a thoroughly battered Exhausted body And I fall So it has to catch me And put me to bed
19 Firefly
19 Firefly Each night once dark arrives A sole firefly twinkles Near the upper left broad window As if it wants to come in Believing it to be the same firefly I welcome with a familiar greeting Wondering why the vast outdoors Does…
Season of the Drought – Hour Twenty
The sunflower dirt has turned to dust The blue skies and wispy clouds are all we’ve known for months Just a foot of rain in half a year And next to none in an eternity Occasional five minute sprinkles tease then Serve to bake our…
Hour 20: Books for Beginners
I hear it’s best to practice every day in the morning, journal splayed out just to the left of the cracked mug you hang on to for sentimental reasons They say, let the ink of your favorite pen skate across the page in an…