Everything you have brought to life is thriving keep breathing soul into all things…. It is magic really, All that has become…. Given the time constraints
Tag: PoetryMarathon2016
The Problem With Spiders and Flies
Was the spider’s parlor draped with webs when the fly entered? Stupid fly. Even the idiot Tuffet had sense to run.
Heart’s Love
It’s odd because, you see I’ve always kept my heart to me. I knew my body, heart and mind And handled love, cruel and kind With empathetic respect So no one would suspect That even the closest of affairs Ended and I didn’t care. Love…
I Read the Newspaper Today
I read the newspaper today The stories were filled with grief and despair Each one made my heart hurt worse Saddened for the world today So much death and destruction Too much heartache and loss I knew I needed to do something Something to change…
About Last Night…
Being a novice in these matters, I was duped. I took the smile and wink Given over Tuesday tequila To mean love, or something like it. The sweaty romp between Egyptian cotton climaxed With fury and need. The desperate hunger Of a single moment in…
Midnight hour
In the midnight hour With a rebel yell She wrote: More, more, more Poem 16 singing Pickett’s and Idol’s Voices ringing Feeling kinda funny As the hour shifts Raven came a call in’ Nevermore I’ve been writing, sharing Like never before…
Midnight
In the midnight hours, I search. Wisps of memory confuse me Shrouding the truth Distorting the lies I experience Alice in Wonderland syndrome Smaller Bigger No where near What I need. In the midnight hours, I search.
Taking Things to Heart
The heart is the most important muscle in the body Without its daily effort, life cannot exist Its amazement and wonder cannot be spoken of enough It pumps blood that travels the veins and arteries Reaching the brain so we can think; reaching our toes…
Graceful Heart
The fist shaped ventricular, Circulating my blood Keeping even pressure Except, in fight or flight Beating too hard Too fast Where am I to run As I lay resting, it slows Rhythmically beating Even, without my emotions Retreating Slow and steady pace …
Hour Fifteen
The steady beep, beep, beep proves I’m still alive, in case you were wondering. Every time the line peaks rest assured my heart is performing her duty. Blood is traveling, pumping through this vital organ– in and out, in and out. The only question I…