In the heat of created passion A light is broken, pieces of glass and the night is interrupted by daybreak and breakups of lovers A light is broken, pieces of glass every where and no time to see light daybreak and breakup of lovers recants…
Category: Miscellaneous
Dearest Fiona – A Poem for my Granddaughter – Poem 8/24 (Obviously, the Pantoum is not something I feel up to right now… day has been a bit tiring so far… so I’m doing a poem to my granddaughter Fiona)
F is for frills on your little girl dress And for fractions of love by which we have been blessed I is for inklings of love and God’s Grace That’s been splashed all across your little princess face O is for orbits of laughter and…
On being
You don’t have to write to write a poem– sometimes you can be a writer; sometimes, you just need to be.
still
still i exhume no worry when i see sun spears glinting around your head, poised to strike us down. on bear lake the wind got so heavy our boat drifted off with two anchors down. i would dash your name in the dust-film of old…
Hour eight
Why don’t you stay awhile? The water’s warm, the dog don’t’ bite You have time to make time and I can make it worth your while. The water’s warm, the dog don’t bite there’s worse ways to spend a day, and I can make…
Politics (a pantoum)
Politics Politics has become like the beating of a drum talk instead of mum but our lives can come undone. Like the beating of a drum talk show radio has its scum but our lives can come undone like you’re a tree and they’re…
fondest memory
i want to taste the air that you have been breathing while we were meshed, tangled, and sweaty my fondest memory on that blue and white checkered couch when I felt all of you slide into all of me and those hours slipped away nothing…
#Late
I was so excited about this year’s marathon but went on an unexpected last minute holiday and have been without Wi-Fi all week. The poetry marathon has already started – I have just got home (9.30pm UK time) after a 7 hour drive, and so cannot…
Moon Kisses
As I stare into the midnight sky She smiles down Showering her pale light Upon my face She smiles down Her light kisses the treetops. Upon my face, She places a kiss Her light kisses the treetops As I stare into the midnight sky She…
HOUR 8
DRONE THIS!! I’m in a field flying high with a toy called Drone. Flying high feeling high in a Drone’s minds eye. Feeling high with your minds eye drives me crazy With your drone in play driving me crazy I give up!