“Paradise” Ah, my bed! I’ve missed you. It’s been a long day, Have you missed me? The sweet release of tension, As I climb beneath your sheets, The way you caress my head as I close my eyes, And drift peacefully off to sleep….
Category: Marathon Poem
hour 19 reflections
i am a jar of mixed beads filled with odds and ends hoping for the needle to find a match when i string pieces of me together to make images in glass fit for ceremony
Ribbons
I can’t breath For the gauze stuck in my lungs Inhaling streamers Exhaling tissues It comes out of me and hangs about my head and face Even if you can’t see me It’s a real miasma The coursers of ribbons Stuck around my face Get…
sacrifice – 19 of 24
she says she is sorry while she digs her grave medusa-thick with clever snakes she has six mirrors in every room so she never looks at you every day, she wakes up, cold-blooded and picks at her scales she knows the doom and has forfeited…
Selfie Filters (Hour 19)
Your body’s story slips from behind the words you want me to see. The folds of skin pulled tight, angled in the hand held mirror camera lens, transparent as the plastic screen saver you project. Your body’s story is a nest of hornets burrowed in…
Poem #19 — Haiku
Delirium grows Sleep deprivation sets in Unfiltered writing
Dear Future Love Hour 21
Dear Future Love, Why do we always meet in this way? You on the other end of this page and I wondering if and when and where we will meet. How will I know it is you? How will you recognize me? Will my mind…
HOUR 20 The Caged Bird’s Aria
The Caged Bird’s Aria Dependent on the doting demon that enslaved me, Crippled by his steady hand, pain thwarted, By that which he administers cautiously, Ensuring perpetual imprisonment. Dyer-Bolique removed an unwanted lower limb, Chaining body and soul indefinitely to him, His silent whispers mouth…
Hour 19: A Snapshot of Me
Through the years I have been many things A child, teenager, adult, daughter, sister, mother. As time has passed, I have dipped my hand into Many different tasks, learning from each. I have worked hard to make others comfortable Using my voice and gentle wit….
dance
your feet fly over the stage in the rhythm of sacrifice arms linked, there is histroy here, there is pressure on your toe but also pressure to …