From pen to paper, from the heart to the soul, singing the blues on an old dirt road. I want to whisper sweet nothings on a cliff overlooking the rivers of old.
Category: Miscellaneous
4. Breathe
Oh good sir, please help this poor one, I can’t breathe it feels so heavy I can’t see, it’s so foggy. It’s hot and humid I need some air. Grant me a favour of a buck or two so that I can get a breath…
The Mirror
How do I honor The dark eyes staring back in the mirror? She gave me those eyes Painted the shade with the blood Of her ancestors Yet her story fades like tear stained words lifted from the page. She was considered curious for her unconventional…
Old (poem 3 of 12, half marathon)
A beach where we can grow old Not retirement, just returning to dust In the beginning The children play tag Hide and seek Captured youth In freeze frame Vultures, snakes, and fish No creatures can survive The rock’s accelerated lifecycle The dog dies and Even…
Why I Became a Poet
Why I Became a Poet The paper mache puppet I made for 5th grade art class received a C-minus. I shredded multiple sheets of newspaper, then made paste from flour and tap water. I loved dogs, and mine looked friendly, though misshapen….
Nowhere Piano Man
I have sat so long at this broke piano my fingers are numb, my body hollow. Void of all meaning, without any words, Once strong emotions now cease to serge. Yet my autumn song is crisp and clear, even though it doesn’t sound in any…
Mothman’s Very Awkward Love Letter
Darling, I didn’t collapse the Silver Bridge though I did try to collapse the walls around your heart I chased your car that night because I was trying to ask for your phone number but in retrospect I’m sure all you heard through the window…
Alive Too Long-Hour 4-Nasher form on text prompt
Alive Too Long A century, give or take a few, have come and gone I can’t believe we’ve lived this long. Another century, give or take a few, is yet to come I sure hope I am gone, ‘cause I don’t want to…
Freedom ain’t free
Freedom ain’t never been a land you see Where we landed the sea Barely sown or reaped Never handed down cheap Blood soaked and creeped Mr Hughes show warned us That place was never the place it seemed Selling and crushing dreams Even from its…
3 Darting
Skipping through the flowers sipping at the blooms darting who knows where they stop to say hello with wings snapping in the air I try to capture them mid flight wings spread bursting with shiny color My camera is ready but they are a blur…