A Trip to the Supermarket (Poetry Marathon 2022 Hour 3) Painting within the lines Finding the right ruler to measure With colors found in nature Coloring in by numbers Painting becomes a number game Superrealism superimposed on reaslism My hand shakes with anticipation And slips…

There’s a portrait With a new state Ground is pink valley Sky is deep cyan Amidst all a tree with red flowers For showering petals of love. That lively portrait! What’s that meaning Who can imagine I can see the lovey heart Stands up as…

the bees swarm around their hive the scouts have located a new home they pause midair for directions drawing on the scent of scout pheromones the bees guide their old queen to the new place keeping her cool and safe surrounded by her loyal bees…

Prompts for the Third Hour Not exactly a text prompt Listen to the following song before writing a poem, you can also play it again and write with it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5j1AwBaPtk   Night time drive Through the city of stars. How is it so that it floats…

Grand, far too grand For a person such as me Uncultured and ill formed And a sense of inferiority This music flows through silence Like a melodic golden river Echoing from buttressed halls And making my spine quiver It sings of strength, direct and poised…

III. Hollow boned, feather light if it weren’t for birds would we have thought of flight?   But look – Icarus was feathered and bird-winged And De Vinci’s sketches had a birdness about them.   Our flight success is metal and heavy and spews offal…

Sometimes I don’t know what to say Wishing I could play more than just one string Sometimes I find it easier to speak with less Using all the voices of just one string

sometimes i think water is God it’s formless it’s tasteless it’s colourless it’s odorless it’s very innocent its very patient Yet none can survive without In our bodies it takes the biggest percentage on our earth it covers the biggest space water! water!water… my God…

Chase me Pretend to resist the temptation The dance of flirtation Circle me Draw me in with a look But you’re the fish on the hook Look into me See beyond the exterior And be blind to the inferior Give in to sin Desire what’s…

Her child-sized cello. How it vibrated in her embrace. Her embrace now overflowing with three children.