I have always belonged to the wild, my legs seeking the solitude of long grasses and bracken ferns, the queitness of a forest full birds singing, the touch of bark as I brushed against the landscape. My eyes have never seen anything more honest than…
Category: Marathon Poem
And she knows me still (prompt 14)
I’ve head it’s important to know the lay of the land, how things work, where to go, and the arrangements of all that lies on the terrain. When you set out on a new journey, you want to know what the distant, foreign earth offers…
Language of My Flowers
The Forget-me-nots have spoken to me to not forget the little things. The Roses taught me that even a single word can show sincerity with love, hope, and joy. The Poppy with the many shows the hardships which many have struggled with mentally and physically….
Shaping the Land
(using prompt 14) By Sandy Lender It occurred to me How amazing God’s love That when He formed the world When He molded the Earth With its hills, valleys, rivers, streams He elected to let Calvary stand It occurred to me How…
Lost and Found
If you ever feel lost don’t forget where you are. This earth is your home with its guides near and far. You can follow the river, or look to the sun. See the way the grass blows. Follow deer as they run. Wherever…
Poem 14 | {Eternity’s End}
By Ajanta Judd All Rights Reserved – 12 pm Australian EST Prompt 14: In her wonderful book Braiding Sweetgrass, Robin Wall Kimmerer writes — ‘In some Native languages the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.’ Use any part of this quote (with…
Plant kingdom
It started with a fire Blazing hot brutal devastating howling winds with forked tongues licked flames kicking them higher melting metal shattering glass obliterating concrete human screams lost in raging infernos crawling across the planet all was charred all was scarred a wasteland Time passed…
Prompt 14, Hour 14 – Unearthed
“In some Native languages the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.’ ” — Robin Wall Kimmerer Grandeur is neither in size or vibrant colors, but the nobility of essence, growing from grains into wholesome life. Welcomed, peace, with…
I Remember-Hour 14
Thunder rumbles in the distance I remember Claps of thunder waking me from a dead sleep Lightening snapping The hot smell, the sizzle The electricity charging the air I remember the clouds swirling Twirling, The sky turning a sinister green gray Shifting the world…
It’s A Shame (HR 13)
She gets to see the better side of you The one I never got to see She gets to be showered with gifts and love When I was with you all I seen was excuses Now you want to be a new man Go figure……