Why is it so difficult To be different From the normal? Why are you cursed For being different From the normal? I could be weird But that’s what I feared! Normal could be weird Normal should be cheered Normal could be queered Normal should be…
Tag: #2021poetrymarathon
The Land Knows You Even When You Are Lost – Hour Seven
When everything seems hopeless and fraught in great despair And you’re left with much to question with life crumbling everywhere You may be left to ponder, as you question where to turn O’er that sacred place of solace, where you’ll find that peace you yearn…
Hour 7: “A Weed is a Flower Growing Where You Don’t Want It”
As the grass and the weeds die and wither A building is growing — spots of color but little diversity My eyes are drawn to the yellow door’s handle to the red door’s oval spot calling attention to themselves breaking up the rectangles, the squares…
Willow
She bounces around like a Tigger, full of energy and fun doggy vigor. Her eyes shine with smart laughter and sweet loving trust as she brings her favorite toys out to play. She will do most anything for a treat or bite of food, and…
Untold Stories – hour 6
There’s no place like home With a coffin of glass In a magical forest Where they grieve as they pass For knowledge is poison And love was a lie There’s no kiss to wake her Just tears left to cry For each life she touched…
the woman #thepoetrymarathon #prompthoursix
If someone wrote a poem about me, what would the lines say? Here is a woman who happens along every evening. Would they see the children on my hands, the dogs in the swing of my arms? The limp I carry as I drag one…
Love Song
Sweetly sing your song, tug at the strings of my heart, breathe love with your words.
Hour 6: Treaty People Gathering – June 5-8, 2021
Marching slowly with the Treaty People Towards the headwaters Of the Mississippi To support water protectors Who put themselves in harm’s way To save water and the sacred land. Feet sometimes trip Over each other So we stop to rest And rehydrate In the…
A Mediums Life Sacrificed
The seventh hour— time fulfills Each moment, each hour, every geist Awakening ancient powers and skills Only brought to remembrance when enticed Lifted from times very essence Ones knowledge is valued and priced For the origins very own potence Is found when a mediums…
When the world seems a blur, Wipe away a tear Overcome your fear Unceasing the feelings were, You are in love, My dear! Of all the songs I hear, Your voice is Just clear! All I know And live for is The love, so pure!