A metal knob in my hand The sun is sneaking up behind me I step forward and feel something soft beneath my shoes It smells like coconut and ocean air as i slowly Make my way toward The bed My heart skips a beat My…

It was revealed to me in a book one time and also in the stars I could feel it in my bones Some sounds were soft and sometimes far When I saw him I just knew it I recognized his eyes right away We both…

Poem 3 In this empty house that I call home I am often unaccompanied but never alone, for these walls have helped raise me and console me in sorrow. How could I feel alone when there’s no loneliness here? -h.e.m.

It was my task to call the cows at milking time. I’d amble down the summer road, tipping at grasses with an unnecessary stick. On reaching the gate, I’d take a breath and let my voice ring out like morning across the day. I’d see…

One step forward Three steps back Little feet darting about Sheer rapture in every step Clapped on the mouth Then clasped in joy Two chubby little hands Flying about in mirthful glee Eyes dancing, face shining A look of awe on the face Excited chatter…

I have stared death down and won. I have accomplished things they said I couldn’t. I have exceeded expectations of success. I have proven that limits are nothing more than guidelines, that aren’t rigid and are ment to be tested. I have done all of…

It does not exist because I believe in it, But I believe in it because it exits It’s all over the place, in everything you come across, In all you mesmerize, in every day of morning sun, In every colour of sunset, in every glance…

Prompt 2, Hour 2 Write a poem about magic. Magic as something real, magic as something imagined, magic in a fictional setting, magic in an urban situation, it can be about how children perceive the world as magic, or possibly magic, anything really. The word…

The reflection, looking back, resemble a Unicorn. The grandchild that adores Unicorns saw it too. Often, in moments of crisis the words, “I am Not a Unicorn” could be heard but still magic would happen. When you are rare, you are a Unicorn. Don’t even…

At sixteen the world was a song and the song was exciting every day fresh, everything happening The morning dew on the grass and the sun on the street were pure magic and we shot out of our beds just go to out and see….