Virginia Carraway Stark If I had the dream That we should be the only ones Alive in a world of two And we found away To do away With all those things That we fear so well and true I know you’d come away with…

They know, we don’t What do they know But to find fun every time, everywhere, any place and anyhow unassuming masters to the art of forgetfulness so resentment and malice must suffer for they are heavy but joy is light, it is flying time waves…

weather changes, climate changes what does it all mean hasn’t it happened before will it happen again what does it mean to me   this is what i think nature is never static and neither are we we do have a problem though don’t you…

Look across the pond and acknowledge the facade of yourself staring back. Levity is not the adversary of pure evil you perceive it to be. We stumble through ourselves wondering why so many of us let xenophobia permeate every aspect of their existence as if…

We meet in many places the musty woods beneath swaying mossy boughs a paint-splattered studio apartment downtown your neighbor’s house, perhaps   Chattering and excited like children we greet each other hugs with running starts all beaming eyes and glinting, peevish smiles   There is…

It is so different Our lives have changed so much One day we are strangers Now the day is dull without you You bring light into my life You shine through the darkness that surrounds me We are nowhere near perfect Our imperfections create struggles…

Bubbles Tiny hands and lit up faces craning skyward The green of summer surrounds And the bubbles float, the oil slick of their skin an iridescent silk, barely there.   Dancing eyes follow them Soft arms reach for them The glassy creatures bumble, and baby…

I wish we had more time But I remember a story About a class They were asked Do you hit the child on the bridge Or swerve and endanger the 20 men in the back? The class debated They debated for an hour Before the…

DAMN!! I am good It took the first hour of this poetry marathon prompt to remind me Just how good I really am And not just at poetry As BEing me DOing me Walking in who I am When I know who I am And…

my 5 year old daughter was birthed with wonder in her eyes so bright and full she offers me a million questions a day Overwhelming my need for silence   i am not a patient mother though my 5 year old is patient with me…