Up Where I Belong HEAVEN golden, glorious reuniting, rejoicing, reveling paradise, perfection, monotony, madness floundering, falling, failing temporary, terminal EARTH   (A diamante is comprised of seven lines. Lines one and seven are two opposite nouns. Lines two and six are made up of two…

Running has never done much for me as exercise routine being non-confrontational but I do excel at being in charge for a time I tried jogging which is running, but not losing interest when it all became just point A to point B B usually…

    We played phone tag over and again And when we finally connected U couldn’t talk cuz the nurses were in the room Nurses? It seems that U had been tryn to let me know that U were in tthe hospital for pneumonia And…

Five firetrucks contending with Atlanta traffic men inside sweating from the heat but otherwise unbothered it’s a violent city   Seven police cars blaring sirens action movie driving stunts up on sidewalks yelling at peds to get going already   Two ambulances with EMTs roused…

Running from it all, Once small and meek. Watching as they pass, Hiding in the shadows. I cower alone, Remaining unnoticed. Now, Brave, Strong, Fierce. A force to be reckoned with, I emerge from the shadows. They take notice, Now they are the ones running.

I remember this day with grief, a great contradiction. A part of me is bound for every year I become older. With each passing hour, I bid farewell to the embrace of youth. To commemorate this birthday, I grieve the loss of my previous flower….

SELF LOVE I am a woman I am a mother, a sister, a daughter I love myself, my family, and my friends. I am passionate about many things That is what makes me who I am today I love the way I look in my…

Image Courtesy of Pixabay (When I’m this tired, I usually only have strength for a Haiku, lol!)   Running to my home, I saw a lion hunting, Heart still pounding, running… Antoinette LeRoux © 2023

Running scared, scarred beyond recognition, the old dog weaves miraculously through the traffic to the other side of the road.   Only then do I realize I have been holding my breath and come to a complete stop, engine running.

Running toward the light at the end of the poetry tunnel never ending prompts (it seems) push me closer to the finish line drooping eyes muddled brain tired, cramped fingers I’m not giving up I have to reach the finish line until then I will…