Perspective, what a thing. A poem written during a dark time. Read by most, a glimpse into the darkness. Given to a child, darkness becomes humor. Laughter, not sadness. Smiles, not frowns. Perspective, what an odd thing.
Category: Marathon Poem
Poem 5
Flower in the city I walked on the buried pavement of the Forgotten Avenue and saw some memories nailed to a dead oak tree. I looked away and walked astray and I found her, the only one that looked alive in this dull city. For…
Hour 4
The Piano Forest The piano forest is where I want to grow old. I haven’t touched its keys, walked its pathways, counted its leaves in a while. I hold my breath when I look at green-filtered sunlight on the mossy floors. I am a plant,…
Hour 5
Sunflowers, I am under an oak Tree, I must Pry at the rusty nails Sticking, they are Out of wood rotting Away, I long from This place with no Pavement, I don’t know I will drop my wineglass on
Would You? (Hour 5)
Would you be kind to offer me a crumb of your cheddar cheese to assuage my hungry mouth? Would you let me sleep in your mansion tonight? Or would you cast me off to your pavement on a wintry night? Would you be the satchel…
Hour 6: For Shirley from Your Mama
It was not wise of you to drown me in your whys to keep asking me to share painful memories Why did you want to know Why I had no use for educated fools? Why I didn’t want you to be one? Why…
This is the curse of fire
It is hard to leave the room when you are the one who lit the match Because fulfillment only comes when you see the flames grasping for the ceiling This is the curse of fire Anytime I see a fire rage it still fills me…
Grandpa’s Satchel (2022 Poem 5)
Gandpa’s Satchel Resting in Grandpa’s faded hardback chair Sunflower swaying as a warm breeze Gently blows through your long greying hair Setting knitting down upon swollen knees I offer up a piece of cheddar cheese Trying to fill the silent space around my grief You…
Under The Surface Poem 4/Hour 4
Under The Surface By: LuvMiFreely This growing pressure That choking feeling in my throat I feel it all building up in my chest My emotions at its breaking point My outer appearance shows no sign of damage Not one crack present Can’t allow myself to…
Space (Hour 5: Using word incorporation prompt)
Looking out the back door I see you in our hammock, hardback novel jammed in beside you, splayed open but your eyes are on your phone I want to tell you I just nailed up the artwork we bought together, when we were talking like…