as i stand waiting as my fellow officers are led into the room… i contemplate – what does this mean? how did i get here? why did i say yes? what would happen if i left now? as i listen to the the obligation i…
Category: Marathon Poem
I Wish I Could Fly – Hour 15
I’ve always wished I could fly Soar above the clouds with my wings spread wide In childhood dreams I would kick my feet together and float up and up Watching as the world was shrinking below me It’s different in an airplane Your biggest concern…
Prompt 16: Food is the Language
You knew how to seduce me, who before we met called carrots and hummus dinner. Our first meal was at a Korean restaurant and introduced me to your quietly competitive nature when it came to declaring victories over flavors and the tongue you would share…
hour 16 poem
Dawn Look into the East the light in sky a feast. The planets slowly fade, the stars close their eyes. The night beast recuses the night bloomers fade. People often miss the wonder of the dawn. Snug in their bed too tired to rise….
Prompt #16: Love and Affection
It is everlasting, Growing and evolving over time. It has a softness that is always comforting And a strength unmatched by challenged. It is desired by many, Found by few, And deserved by all.
NO, NO: SEATTLE TO LONDON
NO, NO: SEATTLE TO LONDON (response to prompt 15) Wherever else would we be asked to sleep within two inches – maybe less – of someone we’d just met? These flights aren’t called long haul for nothing. They try the patience, even pre-Covid….
Hour 16, Prompt 16 – A Riddle
An ingredient no whisk will beat It has a taste you cannot eat In its throes it can enthrall and in the end will save us all
For Cindy — Hour 16
All my missteps and wrong turns Disappointments and sunburns are now kept in a box named thankfulness for all of them conspired for years (rather tired) to bring me to you and you to me I couldn’t change a thing to risk a different outcome…
Poem Brewing
Poem Brewing A lemon wedge crescent moon hangs from sleepy clouds too listless to tiptoe across the firmament, instead it sheds pale yellow rays through my kitchen window to rest on my mug of chamomile tea, a poem brewing. ~ J R Turek June 28,…
Flower in Bloom
Come, my flower is in full bloom My field is ripe for harvest I’m lost. Come, lead me out of this maze Lead me to your phase Lead me to the highest of high Lead me to your magic voyage Come, I’m ready Cannot wait…