HOME. One day I will come home to you. Where my first father’s lived Between the two ridges wide apart Separated by the great historic valley I will walk in your dew filled grazing fields Where cattle feed all day And go back to rest…
Category: Marathon Poem
To Winden
Those who know, know. A place like a mystery, Where everything has a history, Here time spins like a wheel, It never ends, It doesn’t heal. Everything is connected they say, But how? Is it possible to travel in time? Possible to make it…
Hour 10, Prompt 10 – Listening
I used to pride myself in the bold statement that I had no interest in Cat Stevens To me he was in the oeuvre of middle-aged white men toting acoustic guitars and singing droopy songs One day annoyed by my hollow decrees my…
11. After Reading The Egyptian
In Crete I walked along the shoreline Contemplating the fate of it’s people Bull gods and dancing A stronghold against sensibility I too could paint my breasts Beauty displayed to the world Focus my attention on the delicate Folds of fabric in my skirt…
The Goblin’s Grotto – Prompt 11, Hour 11
Cool, damp, and muddy Not one but two larger ears A horde of green friends Mushrum lurking tall Goblin beneath oh so short Eating bugs for fun Big tall humanoid Stompy Stompy go his boots Spores are on the loose Threatening Bad Time Goblins run…
Hour 11: Sea
I have never been to sea though I always wanted to see it the vast ocean of clear blue along the shimmering sand and the breeze, offering a respite under the Sun full of warmth or so I have been told I have never been…
Heaven/Hell
I will never make it to heaven. You cannot tell me that I will make it there. All good people go to heaven. This is it, My bad deeds outweigh by good deeds. You cannot tell me that I won’t go to hell….
Poem 11
Winter 1891 One frostee day Emma got control the hous. I was told to leeve. I learne reed and writ sum. But not enuf to teech skool. Also, they dont take girls like me. I got a room. One windo. Sum lite. Dark nite. The…
Hour 10
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Prompt 11 Hour 11
Where dragons breath meets fire and blades of grass become those of steel I find myself a not so innocent stranger in this world that seems unreal cloaked in robes of finery a crown upon my brow a nod for the passerby that assumes I…