When We’re Older – Hour Seven

Here is what I hope for us: We’re 70 years old, sitting On a park bench that overlooks Where you first proposed to me. Reflecting. We’ve made it through so much Pain and strife, struggled and Fought through demons and grief. We faced battles so…

a love letter to the man in the moon, hour eight

Perhaps ‘love letter’ is a bit too strong- a letter of admiration, perhaps?   An isolation song to hum to, floating alone in your little time capsule, waiting for a channel change.   How’s the view? Does the dust swirl, long-dead lava tubes echoing sussurations…

Poetry Marathon Hour 8:

For this one, a friend of mine specifically requested a poem about ramen – so here we go, but since I just wrote a recipe poem for 7 – I’ll have to do something different for 8.   Poem 8: An ode to Ramen: This…

2022 #8 – Known

To be known… Living life as no one. So lonely… To die as a nobody. A prisoner of mistakes. Mistakes long lost. Never to be remembered. Claimed by no one. Visited by many. Known only as Unknown…

Hour 7

I remember my young days, Picturing how it would be, In my mind, It was all planned out, And I knew it would come to be, This is the formula, Stick to it; don’t you falter, Yet, the formula changed, I guess there were things…

Home (hour-6)

Hour – 6 Home Some go out to stay away for a while Some move out to amuse oneself But I just have one reason I go out so that I can admire my home a little more I leave for a while So that…

Picture, this

Snapshot isn’t even a term anymore we don’t even take photographs everything is generic, staged ‘shot’ truth be told we don’t even use cameras But at the bottom of an ancient shoebox there is a snapshot of you, sitting on the front step of my…

Poem 7 hour 7- days of wonders

Those were the days of wonders Whose lays I can’t but ponder When words were true and pristine And nights were filled with laughter   Then came the wispy fluorine With bangs of soft oily sheen And beads that swing in abandon And thos two…

Lizard Love (hour 7)

My lizards’ love is not that wary even scaly, is soft and airy.   Their way of love is so darned old just chase, grab ahold and take control.   Atop faux green leaves snouts almost touching vibrant lime faces eyes casually, lackadaisically looking wondering…