The poetry is done for now
I slip away to bed
Allowing just this treat for now
I rest my weary head
And though I do not publish this
On the 25th hour
50 poems I have writ
Within 24 tight hours
Daybreak Stations
DaybreakStations
A streamer, youtuber, bearer of cats, I wear many many hats. I'm biographically innocent, innocently impossible, impossibly personable, personably social, socially acceptable, acceptably weird. An adult by America's standards but not by my own. I live to write and write to read, I read to live.
Hour 24 image prompt – sunbeam
Few things are warmer
Than sunbeams in summer
Filtered through
A shady breeze
Sometimes I wonder
If I could perhaps
Eat the trees
Green leaves
But be it a light alike to nothing
Be it a trustworthy ally
I always love to see
Sunbeams filter through the sky
Hour 24- text prompt- hope
Ah the little things will kill you
And they say that’s due to hope
Hoping for improvement
Over a loveless gloat
Hope is heavy
And makes you light
Hope is solid
And made of light
Not liquid nor a gas
Hope is not something you can pass
Like a test by thirsty friend
Hope is sweetness
Condensed like milk
Until she knows she’s your one
No hour 25
Accidentally baked it
Into the bite of life
Forgot that eating makes it
Hard to stay alive
In the sense I’m tired
Barely made it through
No hour 25 this year
No just a victory for me and you
Hour 23 image prompt – red on red
Red on red religiously
Red on read then sleep
Reply on green
Glorious lil gungeon
Dungeon done scarlet red
Hungry for the red room
Red on red receipt
Red better undead
Read butter deceit
Hour 23 text prompt – world within
Sometimes I wonder
If you see realized
The goal and artistry
When one tiny scientist
Takes humanoid
To space on a bet or three
What size is the planet?
Hour 22 image prompt – Silence Silencio
On the corner late at night
I listen and I hear it.
Purr and grimble
Hiss and fight
And I’d rather not come near it.
But I prefer this to silence
silencio
A verb, request, a noun
Silence Silencio
Adjective and found
To be most dangerous when you’ve pets
Or even toddlers with rudeness I bet
Hour 22 text prompt – Pizza
Round and many circles
Cut into triangles or squares
I really love my pizza
From Greco-Roman chairs
Perfect in simplicity
Pizza from the city
Cooked in gas or electricity
Tastes great and looks pretty
And while cheese can be a mess
While bread can leave you bloated
I’ve never seen it turned down
When the idea of pizza is floated.
Hour 21 image prompt
Yawning little tiger
Curled up by the pool
Starts to grr and rumble
Like kitty on a stool
Meanwhile a lion rawrs
Tired on its face
Matching me extensively
4 hours til it wakes
hour 21 text prompt -running
Running through my head
Like all the things you said
And all the things I failed to
Simulation shift
This is not the time
To get caught and phase through
Though I appear calm
I’m running right ahead
My heart racing
At the speed of thought
Simulation drift
Situation dead
Driving past and pacing
Blank look no ace
Blank book, no space
Now always running the refrain
Tired goose, held place
Lonely friend just in case
Watching from the rain
And I could keep it going
Let loose as loose can be
Find an excuse to be obtuse
Perhaps a lil mean
Doing my best and resting
But clearly has you’ve seen
But I just keep running