Louis IX of France

The shining city on ancient industrial hills at the center of the great river from which the waters of the four oceans flow lived the saint who sold a parcel of land the size of heaven for pennies on the acre so the billions starving…

hour 11 poem

My two Dogs and a Cat Every person should at some time have pets. They are always there for you when you need to confess. They keep your head clear and reduce your upsets. Day after day morning and night they are also there to…

#11 Magical Rain

The rain drops fall like nostalgic music, Echoing the laughter of the past, The excited giggles, the rushing to the terrace, The present stillness – such a sharp contrast.   Our little hands clasped onto dad’s fingers, Our tiny feet splashing in the puddles, Hours…

a place

I am awoken by songbirds and for a brief moment I’m somewhere I haven’t been to yet a place where I have kinder eyes where strangers know I’m smiling even if that’s the only thing they see a place where I’m slower where the roses…

Calling

I feel it drumming in my bones, ice water pulsing deep, I need to go there, the place of ice and snow, deep hot springs, drums, pulsing, pounding, deep forests and woodsmoke.   And I crave for the life of old, my people now gone,…

Container (Hour 11)

A celestial city, collonades of salt reaching into the clouds Silent caverns of the deep dark, where only a heartbeat is heard in the ears Through the doorway at the bottom of the waterfall’s pool, And across the heavy mists of the North Sea. Beyond…

Who am I?

Who am I? I am just a speckle of dust, Waiting for the wind to carry me back, Into the land of invisibility and ambiguity. Where no one knows me, Where I know no one, Where I wouldn’t have to fear anyone, Where I would…

Poetry Marathon Submission #11

Starscapes Background on Mars is black. Stars bound. Gas sings in sibilant color; Red, yellow, blue, green, purple, orange. A heaven worth of Skittle’s. Heaven born rainbows, freed from Earth. Vast and breath catching, frozen in the shade, the universe encapsulates the planets. Comets sling…

Hour 11 – Kanga

Kanga Of course, I love my own little boy best A more beautiful child there never was. But the rest are like my children too Bouncy Tigger, with a child-like spirit Pooh, he tries so hard Piglet, frightened of his own footprints Eeyore, so miserable…

We need

to speak up to stand together to realize that we are one and same, no matter what happens because we are all humans