Pen to paper, It begins. Words flow. Mind seeks. Doodles sprout. Perfected phrase And rhythm found. The marathon begins. The blank pages End.
Tag: PoetryMarathon2016
In My Defense, I Was Left Unsupervised
I could not hold my tongue or watch my mouth. The temptation was too great! I could not be still as a house or quiet as a mouse. Because I was five, or ten, or thirty I could not think before I acted or use…
Dysfunctional Friendship
How do you know when it’s truly over? How do you deal When the friendship has to end? Wishing you could go back And know you can’t move forward. Dealing or not dealing when you think it has to end. When two people meet And…
HEY WRITE
As I read through my old poems for sweet inspiration, I only grow in upsetting irritation. play the goodies through the headphones, sing along in screeching tones. and yet, NOTHING. I can write about the life of a daycare assistant, juggling diapers and babies while…
Privet!
Privet is Hello in Russian. Greetings to all the marathoners and readers. I am in my late 20’s, working in the hospital. From dabbling in rhyming, I was inspired during ‘If Walls Could Talk’ poetry open mic KL to write again. My two friends and…