Boat upon these tranquil waters— Resting in a pool of stars. If I dip my fingers over; Might I tinker with red Mars? Firmament— divided waters. Might I travel through the void, to the other side of heaven? Seeing God, yet not destroyed. …
Category: Miscellaneous
Poetry Marathon Submission #5
Perseid’s Shower Submission #5 Ann WJ White We laid on our backs. Lake Itasca, the beginning of the Mississippi parkland. A family waiting for the dusk to transmogrify into night full of stars and silence. Waiting for meteors to travel at thirty-five seconds per mile…
Lullaby #1
It’s not a pretty sound It never was It sounded like wheels grating Stony, gravelly It made you itch A wound you couldn’t reach Gave you no peace Slowly, silently I fell asleep
The Revolt Poet – Gang Mentality
Racism is, as it has always been, giving the unintelligent man, An excuse, to help him explain, and understand, His mediocrity, in spite of being dealt the winning hand, And finding still, the game of life not going quite to plan. Look. If you do…
‘Noted’ (old poetry)
it’s raining. my eyes glued to the window, i need them for writing though. my book is full of stories i’ve yet to read. i just need to finish them. i write better when i’m in Love. Infatuation, if you will. still raining. it’s nice…
Dance Like People Are Watching
I am alone acting like I’m done acting. i feel like dancing, I am in the park surrounded by people. i bob my head i rock my body gently. i smile as my body dances softly. because I am here with them, and they are…
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. and like many things it’s not always what it seems. we bathe in such calm waters fed by…
Resurrection (1/2 Marathon, Hour Five)
Resurrection Lazarus Phoenix Hope Life Resurrection is Miracle Fantasy Desperation Disbelief Resurrection is Revival Rebirth Resurgence Reincarnation Resurrection is not promised. Everything is not meant to come back again.
Hour 5, prompt 5 Bottom of the River
Meet me at the bottom of the river, where we can no longer speak, existing beyond the horizon in a current of stars and sighs. Let me wash you with stardust and rinse you with moonlight. Let my skin say a prayer against yours. Let…