Born in the mountains, lover of the cold, wrapped in the height, caramel skin, city of devils, city of carnival, city of cold, city of sin, city of strength and work.
Category: Marathon Poem
Bedroom Closet
To get my head straight in the right place to think I am closeted away in a cool dark bedroom, wrapped in embroidered sheets. I write each thought deliberate, my pretty distractions placed firmly in the wardrobe.
HOUR 8 PROMPT
ANGELS ON EARTH Dressed in white with a caring face Is that an angel with an angelic face? Who is the person walking with majestic steps? Is he the head of this place called paradise? Does he have magic in his hand? How does he…
Red
I’ve always found it haunting when the old tales spoke of death Maybe ones more obvious like Macbeth Always a glass of wine ready to be served Makes you wonder if the dead got what they deserved But lift the glass and take the sip…
Rachnoc Haiku 19 Hour 19
Where is your young lad? I’ve never had a son! Stunned. Who do you talk to? My lover, and friend. You came here alone, in grief, What sins do you bare? Writhing shadows etch, He runs from the memories, Sea embedded feet.
Hour 21 “…By Any Other Name…”
Hour 21 9/3/2023 “…By Any Other Name…” The petals wither, fall and shiver – as each stem begins to slumber. Come tomorrow will awake and dance with their life anew. Each garden echoes movement and song as birds preen, and mates abound….
Baby talk – Hour 15, Prompt 15
She’s singing again why can’t she understand me? I know the others need her, three but more so do I so I get louder, why? But need is in order please pick me up I’m more important ah, I like that song calm down, not…
Grape Jelly hour 18
Grape Jelly My favorite lunch was peanut butter and jelly on white or whole wheat with the crust cut off and cut on a diagonal or I wouldn’t eat it. Crunchy or smooth peanut butter, I vacillated between them. Grape jelly. Not strawberry or raspberry…
Prompt Hour 7
ABILITY I thought I could become a Mathematician Till I came across Differentiability I thought I could become a Chemist Till I came across Malleability I thought I could become a cook Till I came across palatability I thought I could be a gymnast…
Winging It
Well, from now on y’all I’m just winging it and like the late great Muhammad Ali I’m gone bee stinging it. I’ll be shuffling, and dancing, and dope roping, trying to get through this marathon straight 24ing it. I can do this I know I…