2019 Poetry Marathon, Hour Three: Morning menu

My Hour 3 poem… Eight a.m. Grey skies, cool breeze just light enough to avoid a “Quiche Lorraine” kind of day The birds are oblivious to such concerns tweeting, twittering, and chirping away as they do The sounds of the creek though muffled by the thicket of green along its banks are present, as always [...]

2017 Poetry Marathon, Hour Three: Eternity now

Third poem of the day. I’m not sure how I feel about eternity now As an escape, it’s flawed because you can never come back As a feeling, it’s frustrating because sometimes you just want to get on with it And what sort of eternity are we talking about? Is it forever and ever or [...]