The road clicks a sticatto beat the tires hum along with the flow I hear you speak now words measured and succinct But no one can hear you No one understands you Your voice carries a melody that lifts and carries in the breeze. You…
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“Astrophile”
If there is a miracle that I know, Is the fact that the mystery of the universe is yet to be resolved. Questions keep knocking on our door, And every answer leads to more. The vastness of the universe expands beyond our imagination. There…
“Hope Appears in Many Forms”
Hour Eight: Prompt: Music without words by Max Richter Gentle patter. Gentle quiet. Ease your breath, I will come to you. A caress is a caress. Hope to a cry that will be answered. Feel me? Yes, I sense and caress. You are not alone….
TERMINATION – #7
Seasons drape the shadows of life The dark corners Shade of ancient oaks They hide they protect Armour against doubt and dread Seasons drape the shadows of life Occlusion’s illusions remain Wind borne particles scurry away Stripped bare winter’s rough hands Steal from…
In This Garden
Poem #7 In This Garden The sky is a witness and accomplice to daytime, Daytime a brightness the night lacked. Lack is a thing among others your loving ,a midnight thief, took away. Away with all the noises and stresses of life we are in…
Too Much
Some days feel like too much. Some days not enough. Some days are easy breezy. Some days seem extra tough. Some days we dance on waking. Some days feel like too much. Sometimes the only difference. Is the feel of love-warmed touch. Some days we…
“Shhht”
“Shhht” “Hey! Shhht!” What’s a way to get your crush’s attention? Walk up all sly, slip on a smile then drop a pickup line: “Am I in heaven? because I see an angel in front of me?” Or do you blow a…
2023 Full Marathon: Hour 7
I have been haunted by things/ I did not do/ but should have/ I was plagued by/chamomile/ the very thing/ I was promised/ could heal me/ and I have been tortured by potential.// The pastel ghosts/ came from me/ trying to give a face/ to…
“Changes leads to goodbye”
Changes leads to goodbye, For the first time in September, I worried on where I’m going, On what I’m after, On where I was before, I worried on everything that happened. And happens simultaneously. It’s like a tapestry of events, Happening once more. They…
“Playmates”
Hour Seven: Ekphrastic from Martin Torrez photo Each one fights to push my swing. Their heads watch. They have known me since childhood. They know my secrets. They know who my new boyfriends are, they know my new girlfriends. This secret place between nature and…