Hour 9 – Isolation – Image Prompt

Isolation It’s been dawn for days now Day breaking the horizon while Night fades Until the end of time I’m alone out here, in my cabin warm It’s just how I like it And in a week or three or more (I lost the track…

Poetry Marathon Hour 9:

Alrighty – hour 9 with the prompt “hold this on your tongue”   Poem 9: If you hold this on your tongue and let it dissolve like a fresh fallen snowflake two days before your birthday you will engrain this taste into your memory.  …

Hour 1- Image prompt – A Dog’s Winter Night

They walked overnight Through the bellows of the storm, Tails held high and noses down The stoic pups made not a sound For Winter marched upon the land Like soldiers with a battle plan And there stood the icy craggy crown Of an invader to…

#10- Snowfall

I’ve always wanted to see snow, To be in its cold embrace, To watch as it falls around me, My presence not getting in the grand way of things. Appreciate every single flake, For being so uniquely itself, Yet looking so beautiful, When it melds…

Frosted

Hands A complex system of phalanges, muscles and nerves Graceful, dexterous, strong Brittle, fragile, frozen Basted with invisible snowflakes These fingers have pinched flames But fall prey to frostbite I do not want this manicure.

XI. A Meager Meal

Every Saturday my lover and I Gathered with the other well-fed volunteers to load meals into a van, and then drive to our stations in Manhattan to hand them out, One-by-one. Mothers pushing strollers with Crack-glazed eyes, and Old men in ill-fitting overcoats lined up…

Kisses from Boreas

After some twenty of them had been disposed of during the waning moon with costumes and masks and enchantments he now wished he had not sacrificed his sons laughing they would never throw themselves down weeping to die of grief we have to rise just…

The Winter’s Breath.

The page opens to snow on a field: boot holed month, black hour/ the bottle in your coat half vodka half winter light./ To what and to whom does one say yes? You stumble through the winter’s breath, Ice cold kisses on rose red cheeks, Footprints…