Dearest Appetite

Appetite, I am tired of you. Truly, I am. You wax and wane like the moon, gurgle like a rushing brook over too many rocks. Can you please be still? Please? Think of what I need, not what you want. Another cookie… six pieces of…

Epistolary – The Beautiful Warrior

Hour 4, Prompt 4 Write an epistolary poem that is a letter from you to someone who has passed and/or someone you have not seen in a long time. *** Epistolary – The Beautiful Warrior 2020©DSCoremans I miss you; but of course that goes without…

12:00 PM – Try Me (Hour 4) – DONE

Experience witness address and then confess that your predetermined volumes were vacuous presumptions based more on your realty not mine I am a unique combination of simplistic truths tempered through bouts of trauma then healing surface superficial inspections reveal a mirror no depth peel back…

When Rock Stars Die in the Desert

Dear Keni, They haven’t solved your death. I think about you and your last breath. The coroner doesn’t return my calls. No one speaks of your blood splattered on your paintings and walls. Your dog is happy and with a friend. I have not forgotten…

Your Green is Sullied by the Earth

Your green is sullied by the point of view of birds, Redeemed in a different angle That sees you blue. They hug you and you carry them. But every so often, You blacken that which you nurture, Spit on the face of an adventurer, Thinking,…

Moorage

Anchored and waiting calm seas under marble-blue sky dreaming about land Archipelagos long to sail on oceans wide leave countries behind In the bay, we sleep our boat swaying with the waves and green-blue sea dreams   (22 June 2019, Hour 4)

Perspective on Obstacles (prompt 5, Hour 4)

  Dark rocky cliffs rise abruptly up to block a starry night sky. They feel immense seen from the base. A tall waterfall heaves violently over the edge in the high distance. There is no path forward. In a perfect world I could take my…

Whole Once More

You are not invisible, though you walk in the shadows of this world. You are not alone, though you journey on your own. The heaviness in your heart is a fettered weight, anchored to the sorrows of the past and the unknowns of the future….