I close out the world with my headphones Shining as bright red as a tomato So I can sustain my love And also read my book The lake before me shines like a mirror The ripples dance with the wind My hair is blowing with…
Category: Marathon Poem
Möbius Strip
Pick up a pen If you were to draw From the centre of my forehead To my fingers and toes In a single line You would find no breaks Lift your hand If you were to draw From the top of my head Down…
Burnham Park
I ride the one with three wheels. I am not brave enough for the two. Please stay near and don’t let me fall. Can we get taho from that guy over there? I have change from my birthday. Look! Uncle Rie can we row on…
Hour 23
Shutting down slowly as the sun also rises like Hemingway wrote old man, I wonder if he stayed awake for 24 hours driving himself mad on sleep deprivation and prose Which is what I’m running on almost empty on hour 23
Dreaming Genesis
It was nothing around me, only a soft breeze caressing my face and the light playing. It was a combination of light and shadows, but light was always more powerful. A strange music could be heard and I almost expected gods to show themselves….
18. Out of Order
Out of sorts Poetry writing In all kinds of ways Some inspired Many prompted I wonder if I will see the break of day. 16 hours for the summer solstice This is quite a feat To stay up all night and day without missing a…
Fairies
little creatures live throughout the world still unseen water and woods, fire and sky pixies live all over the nymphs create their scenes and hide all in scene all creatures seek their preferred and secure cover when big people seek to see the elves be…
Hour 23: Fire
A small spark and then a roar A dancing collection of orange Cracking and warming us Soon the flames lower They stop climbing They start resting Almost yawning as they go Soon just embers A soft glow dimming Soon to be completely gone Yay…
LOVE
LOVE it dies of blemishes, of atrophy, of exhaustion … Left on the table In the kitchen with Too many windows, The air thickens, Hot, Muggy. Puts one in a salty mood. In time a white patch will appear, Then the mold sets in ……
Summer Sunlight
True survival means that you find the best of things Even from my childhood I learned this to be true Mom was a stranger but I’m thankful that I am alive I couldn’t stay with Grandma but the best I have of her thrives He…