These past few weeks have had me thinking I hadn’t done anything right. Friends, partners and associates, alike had me questioning if the path I was on, was the right flight. I, who had love for everyone, couldn’t understand- This abandonment that came from no…
Category: Marathon Poem
When Your Taste Buds are in Your Feet, Don’t Linger in the Dung Pile
Life is full of tempting fruit, Enough to fill each day. But in the end Its all the same— It rots; We fly away. Yes, that was a cheater, but chemo says I need some down time; here’s to ‘lingering’ on the pillow for…
Mysterious She
With a series of follies She was to agonize But otherwise She was, One amongst the Wise With the sparkle in her eyes Unseen were her tries And a mouth full of lies Unheard were her cries To the broken ties She said goodbyes But…
Wargames Tableau
Wargames to the table Bring friends together Our minds we will test The tactics we use To bring victory To the plan best thought
Up for Interpretation
I scroll through all the pictures, Trying to decipher their messages. Trying to really see them, yet Uncomprehending what they mean. A photo of a boat on the azure water catches my eye. Immediate, visceral outrage Oil spilling on the pristine waters. (Oil spills are…
Prompt #4 Numb
Dead from the inside I am numb. A complete shut down unresponsive to the external. Immovable, life wasting away. Tired eyes and hungry heart all dead in a row. No thirst to quench no dreams to conquer powerless in one way powerful in another -…
36 Corn Road, Part 2 – Aunt Imogene
36 CORN ROAD PART 2 – AUNT IMOGENE She was never just sitting there, waiting for us She knew we were coming But that couldn’t keep her from The work at hand Chores to her, but her legacy to others Who would be…
Distance
The Clock Strikes One As I countdown Until I can see you. No more, Skype, Chats, or texts To keep us connected While you work. I will see you Again. Not a photo, but you. My love. Heart and soul, We’ll be skin to skin….
So Simple (hour 4)
I am the distant, divorced, defiant daughter of parents who persistently ponder why I can’t just settle for simple. I trust these trouble-makers to tell me the honest, blunt truth. I married simple, and simply put, I smiled sweetly while he wiped away our forever…
In Transition
As time passes, New leaves sprout on my English Ivy. New growth stretches towards the window. Towards the sun. As time passes, New truths are shared in my family. with my friends. More people know who I am now. But not enough As time passes,…