Hour 23, Wild Child

I was a wild child, twigs in my hair and the wind under my feet. I could not be contained within four walls, aching to run and be free. Animals, birds, and bugs were my companions and my friends. People could not be trusted, but…

Trailing through ages!

1.Crawling on the knees, I looked up, Sun,stars,flowers, everything I saw,excited me. 2.Grown up, holding my Dad’s palm, I walked onto my school. New lessons, alphabets,numbers came in. 3.In the thrilling teens, I started to sing,madly, I loved music, Loved it to my life, but…

Tragic Childhood Psalm: Hour 23

1: my only memory of them together mom and dad i was sick and pretending   5: I remember her screaming. oh the lament for her abusive father forbidden touches. Did they start here?   7: they were fighting, me struggling dad disbelieving – family…

Poem 21 “Flower”

“Flower” by Mandy Austin Cook She was named after a skunk but her personality was much sweeter my first pet my first comfort my first childhood companion. she befriended my teddy bear and became my shadow. and the days I needed silent encouragement she would…

Lost and Found, Hour 23

Sonoma wildfire Frightened feline runs away A friend gone too soon Missing companion The young boy searches the streets Hangs flyers handmade A call from stranger Kitty purrs on telephone Friends reunited

prompt 29: the truth about darkness

the truth about darkness (homage to Billy Ray Belcourt and his numbered poems) re-occurring nightmares about monsters in cellars with no ladders indicates deep, hidden secrets the deeper the secret, the more painful the removal – like a jagged, rusted storm drain pipes through the…

15. Explain how I feel…

When I’m near you Or when we are apart I see eyes that sparkle & Eyebrows that tease    Heart shaped lips, That whisper please … You voice my deepest desires Ever so softly, you say,   “Let go. Let me love you,  I can show…

Poetic Jibberish

I close out the world with my headphones Shining as bright red as a tomato So I can sustain my love And also read my book The lake before me shines like a mirror The ripples dance with the wind My hair is blowing with…

Days of Youth

As a young child in the mountains The snow was falling at night One night my father woke me up To see a glorious sight. A majestic, white snow owl Was resting on the well We watched it for awhile Until it flew off and…