Sometimes I wish I could be a bubble Be a beautiful iridescence Keep my rose-colored glasses on And ascend ever higher But for all their shine They are temporary And I am not.
Category: Marathon Poem
Cold House
There are few things worse than A cold house at the end of a long day.
Flower Girl
may i never blink when she’s here for the season my flower girl blooms and i lose touch with all reason i endure december rain and the dreaded january blues just to see you again babe, you and all your hues suffocate me with your…
Hour 17: Dandelions
Dandelions As a kid, I didn’t care that dandelions were weeds Pick them all! Crushed stems filled fat little hands Till little hands were bitter with milky sap And when they had gone to seed Their bobbing over sized heads White and tufted It took…
Talent
What is it like to be so highly revered, That your very word is authority? Do masters ever feel slighted That hours of work, years, Labouring onward Through dulled eyes and hazy minds Were dismissed as ‘genius’? A born prodigy. A lack of talent may…
After Listening to CVB
We were walking down a Westport street one summer night after seeing band. Someone had asked me to dance and, not paying any attention to the man’s face, I’d demurred. In your penchant to reinforce the temporariness of our arrangement, you suggested we walk to…
Growing distress
Over the moor I stood alone Giving the staring look to all That was reduced to ashes Within fraction of seconds. My eyes were moistened As I was shackled with grip Seeing my own family in the apocalypse That engulfed the nation complete.
Canyon
Hello, shopkeeper, I’m just dropping in I’d like to return this please, And here’s the slip of my buy-in. It’s something I bought, When it and I were still new- Everyone clamored for one, So I thought I had to get one too. …
Tools of Love
Click the button, Close out the app, Swipe through pictures, And add your profile. Finding love has become A crazy thing, With hearts and Winks And being flirty. Loving him, Kissing her Chatting and messaging. The chaos of Modern Love. Apps to talk face to…
Frosted
Hands A complex system of phalanges, muscles and nerves Graceful, dexterous, strong Brittle, fragile, frozen Basted with invisible snowflakes These fingers have pinched flames But fall prey to frostbite I do not want this manicure.