Hour 17 9/2/2023 “Whispers…” Mid-naught… and my breath HOLDS. Eyes startle, wander, focus… Search, I can see each movement, each passing pause and restart. I can hear each “tick” – feel …each… tick. Sense as the second hand sweeps round and around the…
Category: Marathon Poem
Kaleidoscopic
Endless combinations of color and light. The most minor shift brings new design and unique beauty. Another shift and the pattern is gone and won’t ever be seen again.
H17.P17 – Keildoscope
I close my eyes A feild of sunlight Penetrates my closed lids Light spills onto my skin I am bright, warmth A spider web of veins Drift and glow as l rise My soul fills with happiness
The perfect recipe #16
Take equal parts desire and regret A cup of commitment An ounce of common sense Or better yet Leave that til the end Probably fitter Or the mix will spoil and be bitter Pour in a healthy dollop of gullibility Grate some nerves And irresponsibility…
I hate you
I hate you for making me so vulnerable, so addicted to the smell of your skin and the summer sweat. There is an inferno that awakens inside of me and only you can extinguish that need with which I I was born. I saw you…
Color-Go-‘Round- Hour 17
Spinning, wheeling, colors clash and pull together, as I blink and squint, childish dreams and colors pulling together, pulling apart anew.
Poem for Hour Seventeen (17/24)
Why on Earth is the phoenix the symbol for rebirth and reinvention, when we have condors here already, which nearly disappeared from California skies but now produce their very own young in the wild once more?
Prompt 17
Kaleidoscope We turn our voices into mirrors and spin the story to make beautiful pictures We are but a kaleidoscopic lie Spinning and turning and creating till we are dizzy with distance The truth lies further down the tunnel But the lies taste sweeter and…
1 am thoughts
I saw some Kids waiting for the school bus today I guess it must be fall Melancholy times about now Long rides to musty rooms and the same old tree lined views Adulthood had its perks however few and far between
Night Dance – Hour 17
Dancing in the softest of macabres’ melodies. Revelling in our unison of ever revolving step. Always in tune with the dark whispers of the night…