The Poetry Marathon

The gun is loaded

The muzzle is raised

I have no recourse

I must make the grab

What a lovely day you make,

when I hear and behold,

the sound of the Ohio river, soft cascading water,serenading my day.

was it a lullaby, a stress free life to go by,

so be it,when can I get hold,

the sound of the Ohio river, hunting my mind.

My hands have…

been the first to hold a newborn baby,

prepared a meal,

changed diapers,

taught young hands how to write,

put a puzzle together,

crocheted a blanket,

written countless words,

cradled a sick child,

planted flowers,

shaved my father’s whiskery face,

been the last to hold my sister,

folded in prayer,

caressed a loved one’s hand,

held the hands of a loved one making the final journey,

reached for the hands of my young children.

My hands are strong…

they are connected directly to my heart.

Eve Remillard

6/14/2015

Skin made of paper

Bones made of wire

Ink replaceblood

Eyes burning fire

Time has mormeaning

Than any place on earth

Goodbyes stealthe should’ve s

Wasted on lies merth

Goodbye to your shadow

I now clip your wings

You never were an angel

And you never shall be king

Your name remains unspoken

You don’t know what to choose

But soon you will become

The one you wish to loose

Until God should design

Man of a new meatal

Return you to the ground

For time and let it settle

For now enjoy the silence

Perched up on youmantle

Surround  yourself with things

Go build your dream toy castle

But as time slips by

The only face you’ll have

Is lonely reflectiom

And what you could have had

Ghosts will call your name

Echo in yoursoul

The empty hall of veins

That quiet evermorel

Wooden Hearts
Virginia Carraway Stark

Bonsai trees
Float in a purple sky
As the hoot of an owl
Echoes through the forest
Where restless spirits roam
And trees uproot themselves
To follow their wooden hearts
And the loves that call
To them on owls wings
Gone from their arms
But lingering in the bonsai branches
This is the dream time they have fallen into
But it’s not as scary as the last one

Grab a random book from your shelf. It can be a book of any genre. Use either the first sentence from the first chapter or the last sentence from the last chapter as the opening line of the poem. Make sure to note the name of the book and the author in a footnote to the poem.

Your magic is filling my soul.

With love.

You are going so deep.

With  your love.

Make my soul on fire.

Call it in, I’m fallen!
Weave your new needle in,
To join the fragments torn apart,
To chase the rush waiting.

Call it in, I’m older!
The world grows old with me,
The paper-bark you strips away,
Still clinging desperately.

a few petals
left on the carpet
two cats
chasing each other
on the Wall sticker