Pandemic

    Pandemic     Mask who you have become.   You cannot let lethargy stalk you around every corner.   Make the most of pandemic. Zoom like you mean it.   Tinkerbelle will lead a strange brigade of lonely fireflies above the treeline past…

Emoji Poem

    Emoji Poem (based on my current favorite emoji’s)   Wave to us Tinkerbelle!   look at the rabbit who looks at time with two open eyes   loves to wave rides the waves   but like a bumble bee sans flowers can’t help…

Season of the Reckoning

    Season of the Reckoning     Everything’s off rhyme stuck in syncopated time   this season of the reckoning is echoing the sickening, sanity’s trembling is worsening   adrenalin is assembling both sides told they’re trespassing but disenchanting is awakening.   Threatening editing…

The Ideal Day

      The Ideal Day…   I smell orange peels past their prime desiccated in sun…   cheers cascade down on me like waterfalls from everywhere…   I can’t get enough.   I’m not prone to pinch myself but this warrants a pain born…

The Lake

    The Lake   shimmers like the dream it represents distant lights of Coeur d’Alene a beacon of trust – we’re not in this alone.   Like many things it’s not always what it seems. we bathe in calm waters fed by rivers from…

Dear Anonymous American

      Dear Anonymous American   I know it’s not your fault. You caught it by default.   He wants us to exalt all his double talk.   From the top we get assault. Our wounds are rubbed with salt.   You’re in a…

Bunny Love

  Bunny Love (A Bop)   A hawk stares down on me from high above, I see a dove. Naïve bunny that I am I bop along sunny bunny trail grass beaten down just enough to show me where to go.   Bunny love is…

Recipe for Sanity

Recipe For Sanity   This cookbook won’t put up with none of your self-centered archaic antics. Its recipes have a zesty tang to remind you that nothing exists but here and now.   After all, haven’t you spent enough time doing what was expected? Why…

PROMPTS 11

  Dear Emily, What I miss  Is far beyond any skies can hold I need no hint I do believe you were heaven sent I miss the late night conversations Which might lead to sexual relations When I feel your soft brown skin, That is…

Finale

Thank you for taking the time to read my draft poems that require a good amount of editing. 🙂 Please visit: https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/author/maritzam-mejia/ Be safe!