“The best things in life make you sweaty.” Edgar Allen Poe Best things in life  surprise you. Not always right in the face, obvious. Best things in life  are sometimes people. You don’t recognize  their importance at first. When I see you now my palms…

The talking Drum Again   The talking drum again It’s still beckoning to me As it speaks in tongues, Tongues of the drum Known only to the initiated   Well, I think it’s talking to me But then, the drummer only Has the last say…

Hr. 6 Prompt 18 Picture Image: Shloka Shankar Can you not hear that The movement is irritating Rushing, rushing- stopping Faster, faster- slowing My mind is all over the place Can you not hear that I know it’ll be over soon Just be still, and…

Wind blowing Leaves rustling Birds chirping A rooster crows A dog barks Twigs snapping Creek flowing My heart Happy  

Balance eludes me, much like rest. Just when I feel it within reach of my tiny T-Rex arms, my Sasquatchian feet slip then slide, carrying me one giant leap further away from my unattainable goal: moderation. Impossible to achieve for a passionate, all or nothing…

POEM 18 On the night I arrived in great need of rest, wanting to shed the weight of my skin. I had been carrying the picture of this room around in my pocket. I could sleep for a week here. Although comfort is cold in…

“Christmas is the one day, all is merry, The whole family, gathers together, Opening gifts, Sharing stories, On Christmas all is merry and well.   No bad thoughts, No bad moments, No bad feelings, No anger, No disputes, None of this is, allowed on Christmas….

Focus Silence is never silent, as anyone new to meditation can attest. When forced to center within, to just be still, and listen, each sound magnifies, becomes central, distorts the desired calm and hijacks my mind. The nasal whine of a buzzing mosquito is suddenly…

Take me to a whitewashed house with pristine floors and spotless sheets that hold no ancient maggi stains spilled on horror movie nights where the mattress has never bore witness to our pillow forts and fist fights. Take me to a house where the walls…

Prompt for Hour Eighteen Posted on June 27, 2021 2:00am EDT by The Poetry Marathon Text Prompt If you want a friend; be still and listen.   If you need to hide from an enemy, be still and listen.   Keeping still will conceal you. Listening will reveal…