Telling stories of the adventures I had years ago reminded me of the years i have behind me And I remind myself of how many years I have ahead of me and those good times only seem like a small collection of what is yet…
Category: Marathon Poem
I Found You P2 (poem #21)
We have reached it The stepping stone Our future is all that awaits us And our future is all that scares us I know this is frightening I am quivering just as you Yet way deep down When I look at you I know our…
Balance
Balance Corpus Cristi is tomorrow, noon on the dot. Church bells will chime, ringing in people who will flood the pews and spill into the aisle, standing room only. I rub my eyes and blink real hard, making the bright lights blur. Stayed up…
Tyson (A Tanka Poem, Hour Twenty One)
Tyson (Yes, he was a Boxer!) My gentle giant, Ninety pounds of fun and fur, You kept me laughing. Your silly smile soothed my soul. You left pawprints on my heart. …
Erasure (2019 Poem 20)
Erasure of “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock” by T.S. Eliot Let us go then, you and I The evening is spread out against the sky To lead you to an overwhelming question Do I dare Disturb the universe I have measured out…
Hour 21, Spirit Animal
Would that I could become my own totem, a fantastical blend of all traits I admire in one creature, new to the earth. I would have the stoicism and steadfast strength of the bear, shuffling through my days safe in the certainty that none would…
Writing’s on the wall (spectre)
So many of us are too engulfed in our own bubble of constriction to actually take the time to read it. As the darkness begins to fade into the abyss, you’ll see firsthand what makes your mor(t)ality the most valuable weapon in your arsenal. With…
The Demise of Shere Khan
The dark green of the jungle cloaks my presence Thick vegetation dampens the noise of my cries My surroundings hide me in fear of what I could do But I can’t move, my might suppressed by traps The King of the Jungle, how far below…
It feels so good
It feels so good To lie next to you, bodies warm against the cool night air. We watch the sky fade to gray and pull the covers up to our chins and sigh. Our cheeks flush with new warmth, and eyes twinkle with sleep,…
21 – platypus
I splash, l dive, l tumble swimming up the cool stream my beak digging into mud, foraging for a yabby lunch, I nest in my burrow, away from the sun I am rather adorable unique as they come