Abandoning the one who abandoned me Be sure to tell Dad that I love him, that only strong men survive being frigid for so long, in sad times to look above, to rejoice, to share the love poured down, to stop and grasp your Lord…
Category: Marathon Poem
#24 La Fin
Now that this is over Now that I am done There are no more excuses The Marathon I’ve run Time to stop the snacking Eating junky foods My body feels the sugar And says that it’s no good There’s still a piece of…
Prompt #24: God’s Blessings
I have been walking a journey. A journey that I am grateful to walk. There are days when the mud is deep and struggle to keep lifting my feet, Other days the mountains get steeper, With every lonely morning, But I know that God is…
Gift of Life
my mom-mom has a gift waiting for me of a Christmas cactus her daughter told her about my growing plant collection so she took a cutting from her own mother plant to give to me when next we meet I cannot go to get it…
Golden Peace Tanka
Wise Golden Dragon Almost the last of his kind Just wants to survive Man fear him for his power But he seeks a peaceful life
Just a hug…
Someone in the chat said I wish I could cuddle someone Every person living alone On the other side of the keyboard Felt a hard jerk on their heartstrings Trying to remember the last time they were touched By affection I replied, “At this point…
Prompt 24: Giving Away
If I could pack up my insecurities and let them sit in a warehouse, I would. It would be the gift that, having it taken from me, would certainly make me more productive. Money might not make you happier, but knowing you have the right…
Best Gift, a haiku – poem 24, prompt 24
Sleep is the best gift a writer always wants, needs once words have sown seeds. – Sandra Johnson (I did it! 24 hours!)
Beatrix’s Rocks
“Look at this!” She said grabbing a rock out of the riverbed. My mouth drops open/ I sing its praises. She finds another one. And another. One black. One red. One smooth. Each rock is special, Each rock must be worshipped…
A Piece of Paper
When we were poor you gave me a piece of paper when banks still issued them and used what little savings you had to give me the only thing I was lacking For you had already given me everything else That I had ever wanted….