The Poetry Marathon

living buried

under great ash heaps

restless quiet

almost forgotten

she thundered spouted buried

steam ashes

sky

night fire

in time

steep and thick

craggy wild fire

bellows

casts out

cinders crushed

stiff ashes rise to far countries

bellowing

air

pure

Solace is his voice
Loneliness is his absence
Dinner is his soul

i can not bear to
live
inside my mind
today

i must go and play

Perfect magnolias

Each petal precisely bloomed

A satin ribbon trails

The colour of golden cream

Every inch you step

Takes you a little bit further

From me? to me?

But I gave you legs

Use them

My hands will always be here

To replace my apron strings.

I was always told to watch shadows

They hold more than secrets

If I’m not careful they will take me

You don’t notice it the first few times

But get caught a time too many

And you become the shadow

Watching and waiting to become human again

Oops late again lol. Well I should be getting on track.

I wanted to take all my experiences

the pain, the happiness

the peaceful times, the chaos

the precious moments, the weird ones too

and bundle all of them into a rhyme

but then I realized it already existed

it’s a poem we call ‘life’.

In those private new people
Anything around had crim
That’s where the whole thing
Decided to feel

Replaced
Heartbroken

Erasures

Boom Done

Dropping dead is not that easy

It’s all in the timing

Circumstances being just so

You can’t be sitting and drop dead

Lingering on the floor doesn’t count

It’s all in the landing

Arriving to the ground dead

I’ve seen it done and trust me

It’s not for the faint of heart

TobeTT  #11