Oxygen

I carry my dreams Like oxygen cylinders On this one lifetime climb. Oh what a burden! Should I leave it here? It’d be easier.   No!   The air is thinning, The breaths are short, Heart beats sounding Like angry poundings on my front door,…

The Alarm Clock

Ring ring ring In sleep’s warm arms I lay I hear thee not In sweet slumber soft But you ring ring ring While the Blackbirds sing Into the mellow morning mist Perched upon dew laden branches. I drift oblivious Like a babe rocking in a…

Poetry Marathon Submission #11

Starscapes Background on Mars is black. Stars bound. Gas sings in sibilant color; Red, yellow, blue, green, purple, orange. A heaven worth of Skittle’s. Heaven born rainbows, freed from Earth. Vast and breath catching, frozen in the shade, the universe encapsulates the planets. Comets sling…

Birthday

Like a paper old cocoon I have bent back the husk of another year and scuffled it open,   and only time will say if it reveals a dream or a nightmare.   J. Pratt-Walter 6/22/2019

The Wishing Chair

I sat on an old wishing chair A whining, rickety one at that I said, “To Paris, away with flair But it stood there looking like a doormat ” Fly”, I said, “or i’ll thrash you without care” “I must see Notre Dame and the…

Dresses’ Dreams

Every dress has a dream, maybe two. For me, today, my dreams came true. One, to drape the body of Lady Maribou. To be featured in a painting was my deux.   My lines are sleek, my fabric smooth. Night black of silk and made…

Years

Five years, light and laughter fill my eyes. Airy and breathy, like feathers floating upon the wind. Hope swells like cresting ocean waves and dreams rise higher than the desert mountain tops of memory. The stars and moon never out of reach for the innocent…

Lovers

I’m closing my eyes Stepping into ur space Coming closer to ur face I feel u watch me U moisten ur bottom lip And bend ur neck Grabin my hip Meet me half way Shuttin ur eyes They meet and press Push and kiss U…

Weightless and Free

Land and sea, I traveled. Three lifetimes of laying foundations among the clay, with clay covered hands, far from shifting sands and tidal waves. My hand to the plow, my heart intent to see the bloom of change among the walking dead. But all efforts…

When Night Descends

Rain melts the twilight sky as cresting waves pound the shoreline. Wind lift me up, let me swim in the Milky Way – its raspberry sweetness on my tongue,¬†as dreams pass this dreamer by. I caress the stars above, kiss the moon with tender lips,…