Looking into your eyes Your hands held in mine One day while just driving I realized I could write an essay about you. About the things I learned about you. The things that had cemented themselves in my brain and found a way to penetrate…
Category: Marathon Poem
When Tomorrow Comes
Wasting away, wishing every day, when tomorrow comes. Hoping that a great school grade will come. Blue Jays baseball game will get the next win. The Maple Leaf hockey team will win next year. The Raptors will win their next game. All your sports teams…
Crow Giveth. Hour Ten
Once, a hairclip went missing. My mom was furious; it was Gran’s, pearly and white. But one day, there was a tap, tap, tap, and when I ran, there it was. At the door. But a puzzlement; a crow feather beside it. He’s an odd…
9th Hour – Against Isolation Mary Pecaut
HOUR NINE – Against Isolation Mary Pecaut Ekphrastic poem based on Photo by Dylan Shaw unsplash Against Isolation Just because the sky is blue Is not enough. It is not enough the peach …
Snake
Lost limbs with fingers stubbed legs that do not run when it is hot scare others wear clothes of bright colors taste sensations Leather boots earned not bought Poisoned words slimy, sneaky quickness
Hour 9 (2022)
Off prompt/free write How cruel is it that ashes are all I have left of you to hold on to. And no matter my grip you will still slip right through my fingers.
Hour Ten – Dodo
Dodo Actually, it makes all kinds of sense On an island without large predators With all our foodstuff lying on the ground Flight was an unnecessary expenditure of energy And so, we evolved Perhaps you could stop using our moniker to mean stupid Now that…
Hour #10
My eyes met yours And I knew in that instance Without knowing you That you were mine And I was yours
“You Will Be Found”
We’ve been through hurdles, Drag apart by circumstances. But if we are for each other, We will be together. Life has its way to joke us around, Push us to the ground, But what’s meant for you, is for you. You will be found. ….
Hour 9 : Popcorn
Pops in with a buttery texture. Mouthwatering sensation As I open my cupboards They always fall off at my feet As if begging me to have them I pick the packet up and say, Movie needs to be planned Wondering how can I say that…