Hospital at night Nurse enters to change the bed She laughs at a joke
Category: Marathon Poem
Adventure of a lifetime
Take it on the road and reach for the stars. Go and see everything life has to offer. It could be anything from scaling mount Everest to hitting the game winning shot. Learning a new language, fixing the world with the peace corps or taking…
Angel Babes
Sweet little ones whose toes I long to kiss Grandmama awaits your arrival, sweet babes. I’ll rock you to sleep and sing soft lullabies, and tell bedtime stories ‘till eyes open wide fall fast shut asleep. Sweet dreams darling babes, until you arrive. Sweet blessings…
Bone Ash (Hour 16)
Everyone has a couch, a newspaper, a talking face in the television, friendly bottles, some crutch to take the edge off. Everything is catharsis. But the fires only come in moments we can’t account for. Compulsive desires, Irrational attraction, fennel stalks concealing stolen pieces of…
Poem 12 – Contemplating Clouds
Crystalline skies painting melodies Intoxicate and infiltrate Senses adjusted to bliss Forgotten as it is To so many folks We reach for sky Seize love and Kiss the Dome
hour 15 kobade
kobade arms linked in arms around arms around us all link after link after link forward and back from home to home to pieces of us in each other like the eggs in th eggs in the eggs of our great-grandmothers in our great-grand…
Fruit salad
Green pear and orange Set in a fine golden platter Delicious display @Maritza – Hour Sixteen
Poem #16 — Haiku
Thoughts of you linger Long after we’ve parted ways You will return soon
Time Keeps Flying
Time has been flying How can this be? I don’t think the clock Is playing fair It’s definitely tricking me! I stop for a minute Just to do something quick The alarm starts to buzz It’s time to go again! Whose got the stop watch?…
The morning after (a zuihitsu) hour 12 poem-poetry prompt response
There are too many noises in the night. Crickets chirp, bloated stomachs growl, sinuses snore. the front wings are rubbed together and is amplified by wing surface there is nothing to muffle these sounds too congested to breathe Below the belt there’s always stressed skin,…