HOUR TWO – Mary Pecaut TURNED OVER Just us. Above it all – stratus streaks white the sky From our vantage on the ledge a collective gaze to the poor pavement below reveals the many flights and floors holding us at the edge….
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 2 – Spider Plan – Image Prompt
Do you think I’m the kind of person Who has a plan and makes it happen? When weaving a spider’s web, do they think it out? Or do they just start walking, while leaking A fine gossamer line from end to end of a corner…
Haven’t Seen a Doily in Ages–Hour 2
A doily is a grandma thing It exists in a house on Linwood Avenue in Pittsburgh on the back of a parlor chair a protective creation upon which to rest a tired head But that was sixty years ago it exists now in memory like…
Dragons Tithe Hour 3
Dragons Tithe An Acolytes tithe, throat teeming and hands bound tight Within this holy and sanctified crypt, sacrificial. The wanton sow brimming with savoury’s delight, For with in my potentiality, we feast on her tonight! ‘A consort’s tribute received with resurging adoration! For such sweet…
Every Other Day is Sunday
Marjorie says we let kids should arm themselves. Oh, no, say the neighbors. What about last year’s kids? Won’t our insurance rates go up because they weren’t armed, either? Well, Netta twists the phone cord – she won’t let go of the landline in case…
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep…”
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Original poem by Robert Frost As I walk this dusty path acres and acres of neutral sand …
Solstice
The darkest evening of the year And yet we have found sunlight here, Carried laughing through the deepwoods Hand to hand are beams of cheer. In puffy coats with fluffy hoods, Disturbing squirrels’ neighbourhoods, We’ll reach at last a winding cave And lift our songs…
No. 3: Time
Collecting objects is easy Their upkeep costs money, space, and Time Collecting friends is a gift To keep them requires consideration, compromise, and Time Collecting regrets is to be avoided Doing so takes planning, thought, and Time Time spent wisely Leads to a life of…
Ray of Hope
Sun peeks behind clouds bringing forth light again to shine on in darkness
Poem 2, hour 2
HE WILL NOT SEE ME STOPPING HERE. He will not see me stopping here But then why should I care if he does? My life, my horse, my pace, right? I wear the shoes, what if they pinch? What if my horse has…