Of Heights and Return

Between the nape and ear he hangs there
(my infant son) and falls into sleep.
Sometimes prior to — he drinks a bottle…

Soften Your Heart That Love May Grow

If the heart has grown hard
nothing new can be planted.

HUNGER

How many cookies will it take to push these feelings down into my gut 
where I won’t have to feel them? What quantity of food must I consume
to swallow all my anger? My hunger searches for relief.

Kicks

Dirty.
Dingy.
Scuffed up with pieces of the soul hangin’ off.
Torn to pieces, fragmented.
Showing the true colors underneath.
Scarred, scratched…

Rain Goddess

The climb
to the steepest slope 
curving into sight
with the dawn, the altar 
fern-shrouded, bedewed 
between the solid, 
rain-smoothed…

VOTE! favorite Poetry en Motion piece

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Thank you for all of the creative and amazing submissions over the past month! Please take some time and vote for your favorite piece, as the highlighted writers have spent much time in crafting these works for you. The link below…

Heartbeat

Writing
what I write 
seems now right, 
now trite;
feels as though
my drum-tight 
heart, a-dream, 
beats reveille
or retreat: goes…

Pardon

(For Parents)
Blame the passion 
that shook
the loins
of the sire, the ague 
and ache
whipping the leaf 
to tailspin
down
to compost
 — blame the…

Manikindred

Bear with those born 
to bear sour scorn 
forbearance shown
has borne: bold grown, 
give no respite;
spare such like spite, 
despite ire…