On the Tail of the Poetry Half-Marathon
Twelve hours and twelve poems, nine a.m. to nine p.m. on Saturday. And that was just the half-marathon.
I knew it would be a challenge, emotionally and physically; I didn&
Meri McGuire McConn
Doubts Borne of Men I've Loved Before
You know you're beautiful, like no one else,
I've seen the way you hold yourself:
That shameless poise as you just pass through
Holding my heart like I belonged
Whispers
Tuck your nose behind my ear
Speak so softly I cannot hear
Lips pressed gently to my skin
Murmur nothing again, again
Slip your fingers up my throat
Utter hushed words so remote
Love In Rainbows
Love me in rainbows,
Not just red, blue or green,
Love me with whispers of the Agean Sea
Love me in rainbows,
Not with some smattering,
Love me with fervor of mosquitos'
Bending Time
What's left when a kiss is o'er and through,
When limbs once-woven unfurled?
I still see kinks from me-and-you,
Bear the gravity of our world —
Still,