Home Again All the world over, where would you go? Up to the Arctic with the ice and the snow? Or do you prefer a nice sunny beach with a tropical drink waiting well within reach? Would you visit the pyramids in old Egypt land,…
Category: Marathon Poem
Chorus–Hour 16
The screen is loose on the window I rarely open Through it comes the busy whoosh of the shoreline Wave sounds indistinguishable from the next A helicopter pulls its gentle growl across the northeast sky flightpath passing close to our neighborhood Rock doves coo The…
The 25th
Keeping company with the frogs and crickets as the low pressure slides in as a breeze. Those brief bursts of cool summer when the air is clear and the cars drive slow. Even when the lights are blaring you can kinda see the stars.
Subbing in America through Haiku: Hour 16
the scent of childhood butterflies, sailboats and fish break out the crayons
#10
My cat growled at me when I didn’t go to bed at the usual time. He paced, he stared didn’t understand I need this time to rhyme.
Almost Midnight – Hour Sixteen
The hour is getting later And my head begins to spin But I will keep on writing Exhaustion will not win I’m pushing towards the finish Inching closer every hour With coffee, I will make it I shall harbor the power I am feeling a…
L’art Cullinaire hour 17
Crimson candles glow, meaty cutlets served, Romanticised date, I remember you, First desirous date, feigning fear reserved. ‘What is this sweet meat?’ More than I deserved, Passions rekindled, guilt for doubting you, Crimson candles glow, meaty cutlets served. Evil smirk spreads, ‘Your arm I had…
Hour 16
I’m concerned for you, Your much more than what you portray, Hershey chocolate skin, Yes, you are a fine looking man, Creative mind, bright ideas, Why must you undermine your intellect? You don’t have to settle for such imbeciles, I believe in what you can…
42, Hour Sixteen
*42 At age fifteen I met the boy who would one day become my husband. We briefly dated, then parted ways after a misunderstanding we were both too shy to correct. Don’t panic. It all ended well. Decades later we met again after hardships on…
Blocked – reverse nonet (hour 16)
Blocked pen shocked mind fuzzy in a tizzy blank page now dizzy missing words, it’s crazy adverbs, nouns, adjectives all no objective, no topic, fail. What happens when ideas run dry? – Sandra Johnson, June 25, 2022