HOUR EIGHT ~ Beyond The Froggy Reeds

BEYOND THE FROGGY REEDS -for Peyton and Hale and the Big Big Tadpoles   we picked up little seed puffs and they looked like salt potatoes we listening to ska and reggae music drifting in and out of the trees   up and down the…

Hour 8

Gigan: Roe v Wade They tried overruling history but we would not let them, we came to the streets. Waited in the bunker that is a metro station in NYC. We may have stood in silence for an hour but you shall hear our voices….

Community of interest (Hour 8)

What is the meaning of justice? Do we really want to defeat harm? I fear choosing what’s right And I fear that others will choose for me In the end what I use is empathy What can I get away with? How much do I…

Hour Eight – Rewrite

He was like a fresh spring breeze The wind always knocked me off my feet I had never met a purer love Or a more gentle soul No one had ever shown me what love was until him He always made sure I was safe…

Gigan # 1 (2022 Poem 8)

Gigan # 1 What shall we seek, you and I Upon this shared journey through tide, time, and space Searching for purpose and meaning within the universe You’ve found the reason is for betterment of others I think the paradox is in the evolution of…

#8 A Cairn

A Cairn the eggs have turned to stone, the once warm nest, now turned cold, nothing will hatch from their solitude. a marker laid fallow when no love or conversation sparks the seed of life.

Nameless Gigan

Seated at the counter’s edge I cannot bring my greatest lev’ rage against those who would try to take from me my heart’s desire and throw my rights into the fire My pain today is well known as the world begins to grasp the weight…

Prompt 8: Gigan

I don’t understand the gist of this, the Gigan, nor its tale;   it’s twisted canopy of rhyme-less rhyme nor rhythm’s warped, unguarded lines where no Suess is found…   not here, not there. in fact, not anywhere;   not on a boat, not with…

Image Prompt -Poem Eight Games night

Games bring families together It’s a way of passing time and brings the community together It is carved from wood to barks of nights The games are passed around till you end up with twos or threes In communities it’s a way of passing time…

No. 10: The Well

Depression is like a well Sometimes you feel you’re at the bottom Looking up hoping to see a touch of blue A warm ray of light Something that will encourage you Other times you are poised on the edge Looking down into the dark shimmery…