Hour One – A Tanaga

Twenty-four in twenty-four Can we do it? Wait and see! Through the lyric diction door Go trekking each hour! Agree?   I tried to write a tanaga.

Hour 1: Sonnet – Begin at the End

Sonnet – Begin at the End The end is just the start of something new. From endings we may find the strength to borrow as we face a never ending sorrow we begin again; this is always true.   From my perspective, only my own…

2021 Poetry Marathon, Hour 1

For my Hour 1 poem, I used both text and visual prompts. There you are in your final moment before you learned that you can’t trust shadows forever living until the screen goes dark 26 June 2021

9:00 AM – Frustrated (Hour 1)

Frustrated (9:00 AM  – Hour 1) ~ D², @d2poetry   I am trying to move Where things force me to stop I rise But gravity causes me to drop I veer left When inertia pulls me right I want to fall asleep But never at…

One I Love Most!

“Not her, not her, not her… write about her later,” He says, “Not time, not time, not time…” Yet. Cosmic map of consciousness; man of men and women, you led me here, then say “stay silent”! I play along, laughing at your wisdom. “But, you…

Maggie 1/2 marathon poem #1

Maggie 1/2 marathon poem #1 The Iron woman with an iron fist Cast her long shadow over Britain’s poor Maggie the destroyer of miner’s hopes Cast her long shadow over pit and moor The blue dragon with an icy soul Spits her bitter breathe over…

9:00 am – The Gathering (Hour 1)

I pray… for the opening my heart to the urgings of the spirit to the fire fueling my soul to spark the creativity in my mind to summon of the proper collection of words crafted to articulate my thoughts into a humble representation of a…

Roxane

She read to our class about rape and race, More freckles than tears on her beautiful face. She smiled and said reach out anytime, A few months later, I did, when I felt my prime. The kindness was gone, the smile dead. Her rejection drilled…

They Have Written Songs About You

(2nd attempt at Half Marathon) It was Elton who said you were back, Not quite with the same polished, Eight letters that might confuse some Into thinking you had class. Bill S. came much closer, But Bill was always classy In that we think we…