Nowhere to stand In this wetland Its easier to climb than it is to walk Bridges from fallen trees Swatting at nettles and at the bees Maybe it was a yellow jacket Slashing through blackberry bramble Was only part of the slow ramble Rarely was…
Category: Miscellaneous
A little about myself.
My name is Vivian, I am 37 yrs old. I live in the state of Arizona. I hail from the Navajo tribe and look forward to this year’s challenge. This year I have requested the weekend off to be able to focus on the event…
To Haunt This Pen
Again I have need to haunt this pen for again you have forgotten my words and have ceded your power to another I see this hold she still has over you but I do not know how to rationalize it You have retuned to following…
Safety First
Safety First Before helmets existed, I rode my bike dozens of miles to the pool, tennis courts, and library. My bare head sailed through updrafts as I encircled the middle school parking lot, for no reason except it was there. Injury happened…
Hour Two – Robert Frost Poem
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep” Secrets witnessed by foliage likely to keep Cautiously, sliding and sweating I creep The path to the cave incredibly steep I stand at the mouth and quietly weep Then I push the body in, starting with feet. …
2… Analog poem. photo incoming.
Internet failed and my photo didn’t load. I will correct this injustice when I retain home. Here’s hoping my poetry still counts. Handwrit poem reads: 2… Analog Poem: A handwrit Tanka on my iPad Each poem strugglinglost within my failed iPhone.I choose to returnto handwritten…
Before I Sleep
Prompt 2: Read Robert Frost’s poem Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening, chose one line or phrase, and with credit, write a poem with that line or phrase in it. Prompt partially contributed by Se Johnson. Before I Sleep ~willjxn~ Before I sleep I’ll make…
Hour Two: Winter Solstice
Winter Solstice (from Stopping By Woods on A Snowy Evening by Robert Frost) I walk – between the woods and frozen lake On the darkest evening of the year. The snow – compact, slippery. My steps cautious. I walk between two worlds…
A Teacher’s Tale
“And miles to go before I sleep”: A league of tasks light and deep, Must errands to run without delay, Multi-tasking without thanks or pay: Noses wiped, shoes tied, tears dried, Fights stopped, yet I’m sorely tried. Of course, the photocopier’s jammed! Sometimes, such little…
The Woods (Hour 2)
The Woods The woods are lovely, dark and deep immersed in them to me is sleep. Because I often waste my time with thinking that’s not worth a dime. What is this life all about? A reuben sandwich with sauerkraut?…