The sounds just around the corner was a mystery The children listened for nights but still couldn’t solve it They tipped out one evening to see what they could find And just beside the neighborhood pond was a cute surprise The sounds were from a…
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Firefly Children
As evening turns to night, the fireflies come out to play, as do children, their mason jars in hand. But in my distopian world, firefly-hunting kids are a mystery, because it’s the children that glow in Steampunkland. (Prompt: Choose 5 words.)
Death of Consumption
To never need to eat again or drink or ingest oxygen. No death required, of any kind, to feed any, all life forms. It was the day consumption died. Many freaked out, how would they make a living or what would they do with their…
2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Twelve: Sleep of the Golden Hour
1 At last I am home with you We are tucked in bed sheets clean and fresh pillows cool and soft (not too soft) Side by side your head resting on my chest we are warm comfortable safe happy 2 My eyes close I hear…
If You Love Chocolate
Melt in your mouth and hands alright! Such a creamy delight In its dark, milky, or ivory goodness I love chocolate When it’s hot and cozy When it’s cold and frosty When it nutty or on a cake When it’s the skin on his face…
2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Eleven: Empty
I don’t like to watch you dance because it stirs me up inside and I know you have no interest My infatuation does me more harm than good that’s when I turn to the Irish exit In short order I will remember seeing you dance…
2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Ten: Red
It was a small spot of red on a canvas dominated by blue and black a lone point of humanity amongst two armies without faces or names One small spot to represent the blood of millions lost A young woman walked by stirred by the…
Life in RED
Women Divine Stop at the sign You have a loss Dressed like a boss Paint the town The nose of a clown Suit so bright On a candy cane with white Highlight of a sunset The love I’ll never forget jj2017
2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Nine: Apologies to the spider I flushed down the toilet in a wadded-up tissue
I would normally have scooped you up in a glass and taken you outside but you did a Tom Cruise in Mission: Impossible and came down from the ceiling to right in front of my face bringing the fight to me This I cannot abide…
2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Eight: A treatise on shame (facsimile)
I became an expert on the meaning of shame realizing what it means some twenty-five years ago, if you can believe that Back then, I still had hope that you and I could become we though I had doubts, I did my best to resist…