Form I do not write form poems, But, being asked to do so As a poetry marathon prompt, I put my pen to paper. I do try my best, but I do not write form poems, Try as i might, my pen Wishes to do…

Sunflowers lead me back to childhood  when I had to look up, up, up to see petals waving and pressing high against the bluest sky. Golden dreams were the clouds’ outlines. Heartbroken and jaded, I quietly plead, “Sunflowers, lead me back to childhood” when despair…

Yoked with responsibility Void of compromise A second hand sweeps around the circle Beauty of days and nights are lost Only the grist between the stones Flours the future

Until the last day I will swing for the fences, tack hard into the wind, and climb to the top of each mountain,   Where surely there will be more. Until the last day I will hold my head high, stand tall, and drink the…

I sat down to have my dinner And saw the news I saw a field of dead soldiers Just like Flanders Field There were lots of flowers And yellow and blue flags Draping them all. I saw a young woman crying and sobbing ‘I loved…

Striped like the suit of a clown in reds and whites or a drunk flag pasted on doors of every town; smoky mirrors of rusting gold, clipping shears set out for work waiting for the town gossip to take his turn. Men and boys perch…

In a field full of sunflowers stands an empty swing browns and golden yellows a seat not occupied too desolate to be found too delicate to be sat upon. Summer draws closer and closer to its end. Children are “back to school” shopping instead of…

My heart was broken when my trust was taken advantage of and torn to shreds   When I think about how my heart was broken it makes me sad that it even happened   How do i make sure time moves on from when my…

A promising tennis career Scholarship to the Ivy League young women in a line fawning   Arson investigation Student beaten unconscious Teacher’s tires slashed   Smiling photos on the wall father pleased always giving us the play by play at dinner   No one believes…

The reality is something I hear all of the time regarding the idea of truth   In arguing a concept the reality is becomes the final undeniable statement   But do we really know  what the reality is and if is true   Given how…