Thick Thighs Save Lives

Thick thighs save lives So I have heard it said Never before have my mighty Thors Been so complimented I have hidden them deep Under denim and cloth Loving the darkness Much more than a moth Not for fear of their look But from wandering…

Poem 12 – Contemplating Clouds

Crystalline skies painting melodies Intoxicate and infiltrate Senses adjusted to bliss Forgotten as it is To so many folks We reach for sky Seize love and Kiss the Dome

Prompts Hour Sixteen

Text Prompt Write a poem focusing on an experience through a sense other than vision – or a sense you don’t often use or ignore. Contributed by Janette Rosebrook. Image Prompt

The World Around Me – Hour Fifteen

The scent of lavender fills the air Made heavy by summertime heat The carpet feels gritty, like a warm sandy beach Nestled roughly under my feet The hallway feels longer at this hour of day Each step growing tougher to make My eyes are now…

When I wished I had said yes

After my mother left, I forgot the written things, that part that speaks to me became obsolete. There was a spirit breaking the pod of a kolanut. Forgive me, dear Lord for this confession. I was a mere boy, in the middle of a dark…

yes

may your first yes be to yourself yes, you are enough yes, you are worth it yes, you complete your own self yes, you are ready yes, you will learn from mistakes yes, you can trust you I missed my chance to be my first…

Poem 11 – Cityscapes and Juxtaposition

The skyscraper storefront selling sourdough, Reaches up into a cloud, that when pricked with a needle Sends a deluge to spread raindrops, making A neat beat to beat the ground with gumboots Stomping periwinkle puddles like a forest ranger

Poem 10 – Christmas Lost

The stars are screaming Lamenting the loss of baby Jesus To a cacophony of horrid music Infused with consumerism And the awakened awareness That we neglect our most vulnerable For the rest of the year; (Except for maybe Thanksgiving) Thanks, capitalism.

Invisible Boy – Hour Fourteen

My handsome invisible baby boy I’d be proud to call you “my son” If you were indeed mine, you would bring me such joy From the moment your life had begun I would raise you with guidance and a loving heart And teach you to…