Palm trees inspire us aplenty, one tree that’s not even on a tap root. Red palm oil makes native soup colourful, creamy palm wine clears blurry eye sights, palm fronds transform into domestic brooms, rare oils squeeze out of palm kernels, kernel shells make great…
Category: Marathon Poem
Second Breakfast
Breakfast Oatmeal Fruit Egg and cheese burrito 2nds Coffee
(Hour 20) 17.30pm-18.30pm. VISUAL PROMPT: a mattress bed in a flower bed
mattress bed in a flower bed catching what i can : sleeping when & where & as i can : the odd dreams continue : this midday : confined to : a double mattress : made up as a bed : white sheets : in…
Mr. Beethoven, I ode you one
“Love is the most important thing in the world, but baseball is pretty good, too.” – Yogi Berra O friends, please more of these sounds! Let us shout more joyful cheers, More cheers full of joy! Joy! Joy! Joy, bright spark of these nine innings…
Second Breakfast – a nonet (hour 20)
I shall have a quick second breakfast after all the words I wrote past in between five poems last snooze, yet not oversleep bagels smeared with cheese with coffee, take keep awake hand and brain. – Sandra Johnson, June 26, 2022
Hour 20 : The Watchtower
Soaked by the morning sun The dark haze of ice Sat at the watchtower Not moving my eyes A maze of days gone by Not able to place time Sunk in yesterday’s love People talking in rhyme The shadows making portraits Like an…
16 The Cello and I
16 The Cello and I I played the cello for a summer I lugged it all around Taking lessons from an expert I was lucky to have found Soon I noticed I was rotten I didn’t practice very far Instead I bought…
Personal Prompt poem #hr 20 – Why I write
Photo by Patrick Fore on Unsplash Why I write I find it oddly comforting, such a sweet release oh so liberating to have the courage to pen down my thoughts my fears and to make sense of it all. I write cause that is…
22~17
if you sank your fangs into my cold dead soul and made me immortal would you be sorry?
Passengers
content warning: it’s very abstract. In the night sky, here rises the moon. Pale face smiles upon us, passengers of the world, a temporary flight. It is long and winding, this road that we walk, leaving behind memories of smoke as we listen to the…