1. After a dark night, There’s a surmise. Although the moon is bright And the stars infinite, With the darkness I fight. 2. After a hug tight, There’s a surprise. Although the kiss is just right And the smiles infinite, The love gives me a…

On the rooftop there was a patch of grass A tree Flowers and a bench On the street there was nothing green to be scene So rather than be grounded I head to the top of the world Just to breathe. jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon

Would it have been worth while, To have bitten off the matter with a smile, To standby and go the extra mile, To do as told, as though I were a child. Would it have mattered one little bit, To have acted unscathed by all…

Lush green fields Swaying with the cool breeze With sun shining bright Like gold it shines But does the sunshine spread evenly everywhere? I doubt! And so, rely on the technology These robo@fields do an awesome job Believe me or check it out for yourself…

The heavens know when you have been found. After wandering in darkness that started within Once you have exhausted yourself from the burdens of life Following the sea of tears and valleys of regret The heavens have been waiting to shine a light The heavens…

Leaves are ripe  with the colors of fall. Vibrant hues of fiery red, electric orange, and calming yellow… death looks so divine in this quaint little town.  Rows and rows endless rows of  Maple trees,  Leaves rustle on  The air is crisp. It’s the arrival…

Dear Eve, Mother of all creation. Do you remember the day that you wanted to know it all? You got all that you wanted. We all did. We know everything We understand nothing. jj2019 2019 Poetry Marathon

This is my stop You missed it If I have to get off somewhere else I don’t know where I will be I know this stop My home and livelihood are right near there What do you mean, “I can’t turn around?” What will I…

Green yet obsolete Concrete fences stunt crops There will be no fruit

I’ve not been sleeping. Willing myself to remain in situ, hostage to the factory bell only confirms that the hours I have are a conceit of schedules, a yoke I swore I would escape when I prayed to less flexible gods. Playing a woman of…