The Pharisee

Mine is a rudderless vessel guided by a Pharisee wind – the breath that no one sees but me. He was there at the porch that day I knocked and said nothing.

Villanelle – Looking For Love

Hour 5, Prompt 5 Using one or more of these images as a jumping off point, write a poem. All of the images are sourced from Unplash.  *** Villanelle – Looking For Love 2020©DSCoremans I look for love every day In places others will not…

Umbrellas 1/2 marathon poem #5

Umbrellas 1/2 marathon poem #5 Raindrops fall upon dancing umbrellas On an English summer’s windswept day Children jumping embracing their mothers In an English weather’s cabaret. (C) Scott Coe 2020

1:00 PM – Limbo – (Hour 5)

Control in the hands of the unresponsive procrastinator ties uneasy gestational knots heavy as lead and spins focus cloudy while possessing integral parts necessary to move forward on a path to a goal’s promise all that is left to do after incessant prodding is sigh…

4th Grade

She lay on her back Her jacket was too big   Fresh dying leaves on top Rotten dying leaves on bottom   The coming frost bit the end of her nose Her hair tickled her neck The zipper grazed her ear lobe   The branches…

20 February 1993

The man behind the counter has a drinking problem He ignores me I leave In the middle of the grassy field on the other side of the chain-link fence an old woman, wrapped in blankets and shawls rocks in her chair oblivious to everything Next…

Mukti (prompt 6, Hour 5)

The tension recedes as I lift away. Nothing binds these snowy wings. I sail high as the eye can see. A speck of dust, brilliant in the sunlight. A crystal fracturing into color. Three times I circle your face, before I vanish. At last free.

Ambiguity

I entered my home and found myself in a fish market Where I dipped my hand in a tub And emerged with a fish, wriggling out of my grasp. A tiny bottle flew to my other hand And I squeezed, The scent of sampaguita wafting…

Djembe (1:00 PM) – edit done (Hour 5)

~ D², @d2poetry Pure energy felt in my heart a B-line to my soul reaching through centuries connecting history bold rocking tribal cadence community cradling love syncopating dreams of future undulating lessons of past beats loosely choreograph bare feet in frenetic action hind-parts swaying bent…