My name is Jana O’Dell. I am 33 and live in West Virginia, USA with my wife, 3 kids and 9 fur babies. I have 3 published poetry books and have participated in the poetry marathon the last 2 years. This is my 3rd year…

OMG – i cannot wait – i  have not produced as many poems as i wanted this year and this will be a brilliant opportunity to get some first drafts out.

Suspended in the moment between dusk and morning light, the relentless sun lies peacefully asleep under the sky. The breaking dawn leaves shadows and takes away silhouettes, so the faceless forms you painted will soon wake up and forget, expressions sullen with regret.   The…

Delicate. The purple flowers along the stream Shrivel under your step   The wind tearing at my hair makes it impossible to see the hillside path ahead. Soon enough the rain washes away the horizon. I am as water, rushed into the ocean with the…

  In your head, there are endless paths traced with every choice   You see things like an artist                                    Sleep easy, dream boy . . .

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     Tomorrow Never Comes   If tomorrow never comes Miserable shan’t I feel If tomorrow never comes There will be no burden for me to carry I shall play all day like little kid  with no worries and no hurries as the city lights…

On August 23, 1979  is when I first felt your love as a baby girl from your womb 35 years, two months, twenty -seven days later Your arms are still a haven  In which I can run to when I’m sick, for comfort and to…

Inside Me Depeche mode deep dark bittersweet skinEvokes soft sensitive emotional oneEnrage by darkness, but composed by loveWretch and harmless as a baby bottomShe lays motionless by the sea,Riveting thoughts portray her sentimental sensescomplied in me.

Clamor What I knew seems lost amidst the clamor of lies and social distancing.   How many nutcases there must be for our president to be considered seriously.   Tommy next door practicing his clarinet, again off key like life has become.   I fiddle…