Poem Marathon Submission #6

Lost and Redemption of a Life Ann WJ White Awakening the morning, waiting for it to rise, I follow a small tortiseshelled cat to her breakfast, carefully apportioned puree of chicken served on a glass dish, glistening. She is the reason for rising, for dancing,…

Walk

Perfect magnolias Each petal precisely bloomed A satin ribbon trails The colour of golden cream Every inch you step Takes you a little bit further From me? to me? But I gave you legs Use them My hands will always be here To replace my…

Garden

She thought she needed more than who she was. She did not see the things that she was capable of. Like a garden long forgotten in full bloom she had a beauty that not even she knew. -h.e.m. 12 pm

Dandelion

Sinewy tendrils push Apart a crack, Minute and invisible Moving closer to a surface Of air, and water, and sun Tender hairs wiggle Soil into small canals, Stretching out, reaching for Space, and nutrients, and life Spindles of green shoot Upward straight trajectory Toward the…

Hour Four

  CLOUDS IN JUNE   a funny dark cloud followed little June down her street one day, as if to say, “I’d like to make good use of your time.”   Naturally she scurried away, closed the door of wood behind her, only to hear…