What is this trying to tell me It’s not something that I yearn What am I supposed to discover What am I supposed to learn There must be a reason To teach me what I need to know But all I see is hardships And…
Category: Marathon Poem
Strolling
Driving the highway pay my respects to squinched raccoon squirrel flattened like bearskin rug ‘Roadkill’ is what people call these roadway unfortunates but I think that misses so many marks For it wasn’t the road that killed them but the innate urge we all share…
Courting/Pause No. 1
Pick a sentence between one and ten You picked the same as the last I can sing Every word you say I pushed a word in front of another Adjusted the predicate to your advantage I’ve written more words Hidden under Parallel lines…
the woman #thepoetrymarathon #prompthoursix
If someone wrote a poem about me, what would the lines say? Here is a woman who happens along every evening. Would they see the children on my hands, the dogs in the swing of my arms? The limp I carry as I drag one…
Hour 6: Childish
Be it my moon in Taurus or another celestial configuration I treasure simple, soft things The old stuffed animal a warm pair of alpaca socks the blanket I absconded with before it could be presented as a gift to an unborn infant. There is…
Hour 6
Open widely your arms and receive happiness! ‘coz the end is not here! Not yet! There’s still hope! Just learn where to find it!
Too much pt one
I traveled the system, the secret system no one whispers about, fear they will be thrown in. I am a historian. I am a journalist. I belong here. Just for stabilization. Converted motel. Roommates three feet apart. Teresa with the stutter. Teresa with the seizures….
March on the Meadow
Step, two, three, four. Across the floor, out the door, Where the soft breeze blows and birds fly free. Flap, flutter, flitter, fly. Birds go winging, swooping by, Where sweet grass grows in the meadow, green. Putter, patter, pattern-step. Past where the silver…
Love Song
Sweetly sing your song, tug at the strings of my heart, breathe love with your words.
Orphans
That’s who we were. Stranded by forces beyond our control. Isolated from all we love. But we were strong, rose up from the ashes and come out the other side. So we should be proud of all we’ve accomplished and continue that strength because…