I have always thought of nature as a mother A mother who loves like no other Someone who caresses when her child is weak and plants a kiss in every cheek The flora and fauna will always be our “go to” friend who willingly extends…
Category: Marathon Poem
CROSSROADS
Puzzles – In embellished clusters With spiral webs of complex pathways A dense mix of crossroads In an exclusive jungle for the brave… With brain task Designed for smarties to unravel The maze leaves tramps on merry-go-round endless turn A voyage to nowhere… Until time…
THANK YOU VOLUNTEERS
Hour 14 (a haiku) THANK YOU VOLUNTEERS Awesome volunteers Giving their talent and time We reap their kindness
Let’s Get It On (Hour Seven, A Diamante)
Let’s Get It On! MAKING LOVE sensual, romantic kissing, caressing, cuddling intimacy, unitychemistry, lust moaning, groping, thrusting detached, animalistic HAVING SEX (A diamante is composed of seven lines. Lines one and seven must be completely opposite in meaning, and are typically one word…
Prompt 14 Hour 14. Faithchep.
SHE IS FOREVER. Evenwhen you are lost She will still find you In your darkest day She will crawl back Wrap around you And I a firm grip She will still be yours Even into rejection You will have to face her Fierce or in…
Mothers Gone to Garden
This is how you sow the seeds. Is it the tender loving care? Really? Why did you have to leave so soon. I truly wish that I had known. Made bitter by the fact. My momma left like that. Daughters, we Learn, to tend the…
Prompt 14: “The land knows you, even when you are lost.”
After we cross the river, past one of the electric company’s plants and the tombstones of industry – rusted rail cars banked to disused tracks, a morgue of old trailers in the lot of the Super Flea – the winding road is walled on one…
(Hour 14) 11.30am-12.30pm. PROMPT: Use quote to jump off.
the land too, is lost papa would often say the land always knows you even when you are lost it was part of the great organic being who takes care of us if we care for it since the invasion i no longer believe in…
Hour 14: “Those who take care of us”
The Mother and her songs rise through the dirt red heads who light the way The Mother and her songs collaborate on a garden and a deep drumming heartbeat The Mother and her songs talk to the sky and stars roots ripening feed even those…
Skin Food
Where, thanks to the Sun my skin is paper-thin, I submerge myself in nature blessing. Portia’s hand steadies mine as calendula is applied sparingly. International, ancient, remedy devised long before my ancestors stopped painting themselves blue. I drop down deeply into a part of me…