Shades of memory play on in my mind, some a mere shadow of thought still lingering, faint reminders of past echoing on in the haunted corridors of a waking dream
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour Four: 2122
2122 (Hour Four) Is it true there once were elephants? And they roamed … just… freely? How could it be? Where could they fit? The book says they were huge – What could they possibly find to eat? Is it true there once was…
HOUR THREE ~ The Eye Is A City Of Stars
THE EYE IS A CITY OF STARS even in my dreams it seems I’m wandering off the beat or the trail or the railroad tracks as it were one electric line along my being brushing against the future brimming with the past what…
Reaching into June
A monochrome view lies before me of the month I most dread Memories attack around every corner, and I am forced to relive those most treacherous pains every year. Every June. As I force my way forward, I try to allow room for light. I…
Tucked
Played sweetly, wrap tucked tight Noise dimmed But sound present Long gaze of mother’s eye. Short flash of a fire flicker Warming the room Breathing hot life. Same looks. Same wrap. Same soft sound from tiny body. Flickers from a screen Blue light flooding To…
A Hundred Years-Post 4
A hundred years ago Women won the right to vote White women, that is. It was a start But it was big, huge Tremendous. Yesterday rights were stripped from us Rights hard fought, hard won Rights are tenable, tenuous Because we are women We are…
A Hill To Climb
Trails of stones and rocks on this narrow path steep Long pathway on up No rope to hang onto Dangerously Water to drink Low on food But we will make it through Many have gone this path years ago Into the region and mountain tops…
Hour Three – Two Cellos Paint Pink
HOUR THREE – Two Cellos Paint Pink Mary Pecaut They lay upon the covers resting on the final note no encore needed Crossover Each plays their part the way of trust floating notes alight on gut. Three years or…
Hour 5: Mirror or Window?
Are you telling me a story? Giving me imagined characters whose uncertain fates matter enough to keep me caring Are they me wrestling with every struggle choosing wrong choices before our turning point? Are you showing me a story Giving me heroes and…
Press Refresh
Year a needle scratch endless on repeat. A memory half-made up A sensation far too real Still hurts. needle scratch endlessly on repeat Blind expertise Perfect consumption Invisible skills Pretend to believe Press refresh By year a needle scratch endlessly on repeat. Memory half-made up…