using song titles   She said hold on I want to Make you feel my love So I went balls to the wall Sweating and swirling Rolling in the deep Until she dies a little death And then another And we’re are totally spent We…

Love of an inanimate object little orange wedges comfort me like no other curved, ridged plastic conforms to black rubber clutching Jo safe,still, stable closer than a family member chocks are first desired

mix and match poem green gray covers rope wrapped trees grasping for reflections of blue skies awake in an RV cemetery thinking the neighbors are so quiet but knowing they are just empty of life waiting for vacation

Considering the life of a small spoiled dog Popped fed and back to bed

Lune Pretirement Everyday, feeling blessed and relaxed I drink the first cup in bed Then move into the day

Dinner for us all Menopausal woman Desires dehydrated But flavored by experience We become two resourceful cooks These days

Like a scar, Down’s Syndrome or other difference can be a bright red raised line or faded pale line barely noticeable. Scars are something we all have. Some of us show them off, some try to hide them, and some want to compare them to…

I would appreciate your comments on #15, Boomer Identity Crisis, which is the most likely that I will submit #18 and #23 are about love and lost love and are certainly the most personal. #5 is a nature poem #17 rewrites the myths of creation….

Welcome readers! I appreciate you stopping by to look at my efforts from the marathon. Of course you are welcome to read anything, but I’d particularly like comments on Hours 1,3,6,8,10,16, and 18. It is from among these I’ll be selecting what I’ll submit to…

Poem 18 🌹 🥀 Roses can never be a symbol of my love My love does not decay it grows each day when you open your eyes It grows with your kisses and hugs goodbye My love comes without thorns because I like being held And…