An easy silence, thick and quiet No words and stories told Walking through the forest Cold and shivers creeping in The smoky powder filling the sky The trees bare, combed away by the wind Chill rushing through without a light A lonely place to walk…
Category: Marathon Poem
Hour 2 – Choices
Choices (My opening line is from Stopping by woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost) Between the woods and frozen lake neither path I wish to take, For survival I must choose one I’ll wait for the arrival of the sun. The…
Promises
– after Robert Frost The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep. I promise myself to be true first to me. I promise to honor you and me before we. I promise to meet tough moments with grace. I promise…
Prompt 2
Merry Meet Between the woods and frozen lake All forsake what all should know Of why they’re there And where they go Between the sky and the fallen snow In hues of blue and shades of dust The air’s adrift With fairy imps and wanton…
MONITOR [Hour 2]
Making the bed, I pull the fitted-sheet corner tight, slide to the next corner, roll my shoulders. Pause. Not my bed, but I’m doing my best. One more corner. Out the window, the garden bustles, bursts with energy. Stalks bend in the…
Before I Sleep
Just past the starting line Up too early ~ life divine “And miles to go before I sleep.”* Here I am ~ for 24 hours Each hour, my mile As my words begin to pile 22 more now, before I sleep On…
Hour Two: Stillness
Stillness (Hour Two) Between the woods and frozen lake there is a little stretch of sand you reach it by the pathway there amid the rushes and the cattails worn down and crushed beneath the tentative step of whitetailed deer. Between the woods and frozen…
Hour 2
Where are we? Where are we going? What are you doing? Are people real? I need curiosity to control my life
“Before I Sleep”
I calm my head and go to bed, And think twice about the line he said; “And miles to go before I sleep” “And miles to go before I sleep”. I stared so hard, up naked sky, And think about how would I die. In…
Hour 2
After Robert Frost’s Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Miles to go before I sleep, lives to run before I close my eyes. I see the mothers, they weep at their children’s bedsides. The day has come to an end. Why fix what was…