Somewhere I’ve Never Been… 1/2 marathon poem #11 I’ve never been to the Moon But I’d like to I’ve never left the Earth But I would do If I could I’ve never seen an Earthrise But I’d like to Gaze upon the green and blue…

Things Everyone Knows: Roses are Red And Violets are Blue Little Girls are Made of Sugar and Spice And Everything-Nice Little Boys are Made of Frogs-and-Snails And Puppy-Dog-Tails The Little Dog Laughed to See Such a Sport And The Dish Ran Away with The Spoon…

Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening hall, taking care to keep to one side, out of sight of the kitchen. A daemon’s after me darkening my door, No clue if it’s bad or good It lingers in the hall While I try to…

They say roses have grace, Where roses bloom, The thorns come around too. Beauty is the rose, The queen of the garden, The gift from heaven, Then where do thorns come in? “What is beauty without pain?” wondered the actress, while polishing her nails again…

There’s a better place than here, I said. It’s at least twelve times prettier, And it has twelve days in every week. There are twelve rainbows after every storm Instead of, maybe, only three. The hourglasses are twelve hours long, I reminded him, Just like…

I have heard about this beach, the meandering boardwalk, the wide expanse of sand. I imagine roaming piles of driftwood, singing like a gull, a lonely song that moves me. My bare feet are sandy and burnt like my father’s after we left him.  …

Who am I? I am just a speckle of dust, Waiting for the wind to carry me back, Into the land of invisibility and ambiguity. Where no one knows me, Where I know no one, Where I wouldn’t have to fear anyone, Where I would…

Cool, damp, and muddy Not one but two larger ears A horde of green friends Mushrum lurking tall Goblin beneath oh so short Eating bugs for fun Big tall humanoid Stompy Stompy go his boots Spores are on the loose Threatening Bad Time Goblins run…

In this busy world, Where everyone is rushing to meet deadlines, To make both the ends meet all the times, I wonder if anyone yearns for some solitude? I wonder, If just for a minute people stop, They don’t worry about the road jamming traffic,…

After Moonshadow 1/2 marathon poem #10 You lost your mind one night Playing in shadows of moonlight You lost your way back home Singing of your woes in blue tones Don’t be lost now in the dark So come inside, no need to hark Don’t…