Feels like September after the rain in August only few weeks left we talk together and nobody hears what each other says

dark night ahead closing the day covering all my moves through the city erasing my thoughts of the future away dark night blurring my image of chatting people dark night erasing all my former friends

The dreaded form prompt! This year I scheduled it a lot earlier in the marathon. This year the prompt has to do with my favorite form, the pantoum. The pantoum is a form of poetry similar to a villanelle in that there are repeating lines…

The edge looms not far ahead Two steps more and I may be dead But then there’s the sound of doom astern Is that a voice I heard? Perhaps it’s just the shadowed bird Nary a quote of foreboding warn Just a noise to drive…

Colors Colors are all around, From sky to ground. Blue, green, violet or Wine, All have their own shine. Many colors are in life, Still we run for black and white. Present is moving fast, Still we are looking in past. All flew by the…

THE BUFFOON Every time I see him, I writhe from within. More so, than the chill I get from disappearing glaciers. He is a no man, a figment of his own manipulation. A wart of a human being that entangles his prey in a twitter of lies.  …

Will we make it? Can we fake it until we find the strength to overcome? Can we find some sort of way to cope without going numb, Without succumbing to apathy or reactionism? We’re terrified we have nothing to say and no one will pay…

Poem 7: Tongue in Cheek It’s really not the smoking Or the unhealthy eating The opening ‘just one bottle’ every night The random, careless sex The liberating drugs The wild driving The daredevil in you That’ll bring you down, my friend. It’s your all-consuming, nagging…

Technology is a strange and mildly addicting science at best.  It is not as mysterious and as far reaching as the study of the stars as in astronomy, not to be confused with astrology. Technology is the means by which we communicate most readily. Two of…

This prompt is a little strange. The challenge is to write a poem about the angstrom that is not cliché. Now I don’t know why they’ve selected such an obscure word. I’ve got a bit of a bad feeling about this, but what can you do….