Star light, star bright A million tiny points of light Scattered ‘cross a velvet sky Like a jewelry store just seen at night There’s light in every darkness If one just looks to see I know a thing or 12 about this Because there’s a…
Category: Marathon Poem
Prompt 20, Hour 20 – Flicker
Streetlights flicker, and pierce through the drowsy fog awakened with the earliest morning sky. Small bulbs, they crown the street view ever so gently, and leave the senses to lounge in dawn’s magic. Songbirds join the moment, overjoyed for the day to come. …
Glowing in the dark
A pitch black forest, Afraid to enter it, But had to cross, No matter what, This time I won’t turn back. Suddenly something starts to glow, I am about to follow, To find the mysterious source, I keep walking, One foot after another, Not…
Hour 20 (2020)
flickering led candles sustained by lithium cores illuminate bamboo buddha draw out his features carvings, faiding in and out of focus consciousness, faiding in and out of awareness
Post 20 ~ Prompt # 20 ~ Faith Not Sight
Although the darkness surrounds me as my love’s been taken away. I must recall all I’ve read and what the promises did say. Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path. So for that, I must go on…
No Eternal Flame
…Perhaps I’m lucky I don’t have one And I have to find a spark, A match, A candle, An electric torch. Sitting here in near-darkness, all alone, I’m forced to find my own lights, yet again; To brighten up this room and my soul –…
DARK. Prompt 20 Hour 20
DARK. Shackles of a house Behind the bushes,dimly lit by a candle A dark figure retreating. The wind bellowing outside Gushes in with a strong force,eerie.
Trimmed and Burning
Keep your lamps trimmed And burning The end of night is near Only four more poems, Music to our ears Children don’t get weary Keep your lamps trimmed and burning Echoing in my ear Poetess with pen in hand Draws near Children don’t…
First Light
First light of morning warmth rushes in like water. I burrow under.
H.20 – Ghost
The lamp flicker’s in the distance, even though there is not a breath of wind, is it you, have you finally returned from war, my feet quicken like my heart, a hunger, long hidden rising in my throat, as l draw closer to the light…