There is just something about carrot cake that seems to almost let me forgot Forget that I am constantly at war with my brain and that even the good days include skirmishes And just for a moment not dwell on all the ways I have…

My little brother, Sam, doesn’t think leprechauns are real – can you believe that Green, lucky, rainbows, pots of gold How can they not be real After all, green is a color, rainbows shine in the sky, luck happens and gold can be put in…

Hour eight poem, based on the prompt:

Gigan # 1 What shall we seek, you and I Upon this shared journey through tide, time, and space Searching for purpose and meaning within the universe You’ve found the reason is for betterment of others I think the paradox is in the evolution of…

Know the conclusion before the start this again and you will understand what it is you desire to be different this time will not wait for you to change this story to change yourself Hold tight to the path I will forge within yourself strength…

Northwest Landscapes River waters flood blueberry fields Trees now grow in the expanding lake Habitats shrink with each new thunderstorm Lean black mama bear straddles a creaky wooden fence Leaning out, she pulls at tree branches Apples thud down to her three babies A family…

Hour seven poem, based on the prompt. (The photo I used can be viewed in the version of the post appearing on my blog at https://ordinaryaveragethoughts.com/2022/06/25/2022-poetry-marathon-hour-seven/.)

  Fourteen rocks, purple orbs Easily crushed by hand Scooped and shaped, delicately formed From a child’s box of sand Hours of fun and memories made With all the questions born Were these rocks native to the moon That came to earth airborne Or were…

CW: Mild potential body horror throughout the poem Untitled   I don’t plan on having arthritic bones to dig up. No anthropologist will be able to answer if my hips belonged to a boy or a girl. Instead, my ribs will grow a tree. A…

CW: Mentions of eugenics, anti-abortion protests, HIV, COVID, accusations of grooming Untitled   We’re on the edge. Don’t cover your eyes, your ears. The writing has been on the wall. Written in the blood of those who came before me. Your rose colored glasses just…