I walk, but never enough. If I could, I would walk for endless hours across the forests where I love to walk. I hike not uphill. The lowlands call me. Rivers, streams, creeks mostly… those tight, shady spots where the water is shallow and clean….
Tag: #PoetryMarathon
Not Just a Dream
Assume the dream! Wake up! Question vivid detail! And when perhaps something more just happens in our lives, we have experienced such a time that most, or perhaps only some of us will wonder if it was so. I, at the last decades of my…
Can We?
If we had the earth implanted in our womb, Would we nourish ourselves more? Would we care for her better? Would we look down at the plants and trees and rivers, as we would look down at our own beautiful growing belly, Knowing that with…
Yoga.
“Be a lotus in the pond,” she said, “opening slowly, no single energy tugging against another but peacefully, all together.” I couldn’t even touch my toes. “Feel your quadriceps stretching?” she asked.Well, something was certainly stretching. Standing impressively upright,she raised one leg and placed it…
Hobbit Tale(inspiration from Tolkien)
In the hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit, that’s what I imagined, When I was young, I longed to be a fearsome Dwarf or Elven King, A ranger from whom goblins flee or wizard upon Eagle’s wing, But as of late, it seems…
The Book Prompt -Hour 12, Prompt 12
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…
New Territories
I’ve never been to Kansas Or been swept up in a wind. I’ve never seen Loch Murington Or had my collar pinned. But neither place is near to me And neither method known For taking my heart dear to me Or riding a cyclone.
Facing the Moon
Death never has been my favorite song, and now I know why. With all due respect, Cat, I do not like the idea Of nothing.
Demon Cat
She watched from the treeline in the heat of that summer evening, a strange ochre colored beast with cotton ears and short front legs – white, like she was wearing stockings. In my lethargy, I watched back as she crept closer, and wondered of my…
Imagine Nation (hour 9, prompt 9)
Skies of glitter majesty Lakes of crystal light The wind is music on my skin And everywhere’s a sight There’s magick in the very air A world lit up in rainbow hues And in a field of fairy dust The unicorns are dancing, too It’s…