10th Hour https://thepoetrymarathon.com/blog/seventhsolstise/shadowed-by-the-moon-prompt-10/ ‎ Shadowed by the Moon – Prompt 10 I am shadowed by the Moon, when she beckons me to share her journey, I follow her lead. She has no eyes that she may see, I try desperately to keep up, but almost…

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Dear Father, things remain the same as they are the air that I breathe is yours, trees planted by you recognize me or is it they recognize you inside me? the old fish bears testimony; I live in the illusion that you are no more…

I had my quill, And also my parchment. And I put all my ideas In my parchment And saved to my brain. Making every eye Have a sight. And every ear To listen. So that every tongue, Can have a taste of my poetry. But…

JOURNEY __________________________________ When we walk The arch of my hips Collides with yours The length of my legs Shorten your stride Yet you always delight in the collision You slow to match your step to mine *** Whether my mind is streaking Across the sky…

The fool beckons Standing upon a precipice Ready to leap Confident in the fickle wind   To catch their outstretched arms   Gravity demands that its laws be observed   Hopping among altocumulus like stepping stones Dancing through cumulous   Peals of laughter swirling in…

For weeks, Gigi’s roommate paced the floor “You are really stressing me friend, I can’t take it anymore. Dinah, this may be the end.” Gigi left and came back three days later. Dinah was pacing faster. The questions poured out Both got loud and began…

I stand at the pyramid’s peak exhaling light from Orion’s belt It feeds me then fragments while flowing out in a kaleidoscope of color across the dunes I hear the echoes of Ausar, Heru, Tehuti & Anu They whisper the wisdom of mysteries in my…

Warrior She is everything. They seek her blood to drink and mix with their own, Not knowing that her blood will poison their hearts, livers, lungs. Not knowing that revolution eats through stomach lining. Acid on a quest for liberation Will leak from bowels, Burn…

WARNED   Wear your masks! Wash your hands! #COVID clean   Don’t stand so close to me #distancing   We’re alone together #quarantine   (A tricube is made up of three stanzas, with each stanza being composed of three lines, and each of those lines…