The Poetry Marathon

Hour 3

Let’s find a road we haven’t traveled

Let’s weave a tale we haven’t told

In going out, we learn the stories of

where we’re from

Life is short so live your best tale

weaving stores ‘round the fire

weaving memories in our life

Hour 2

I made the wish

I said the prayer

“Find a way to spare her”

I knew the path

I saw the future

“There won’t be a way”

I saw one miracle

I needed one more

“Be prepared to lose her”

But when I saw your yellow fleck

in my daughter’s eyes:

Magic

Shadows of yesterday linger

While the new sun rises.

I am grief.

I am regret.

I am sadness.

A new day is here but I can’t move on.

Music fills the air, but all I hear is you.

I know what you’d say,

“Be good, be happy, and take care of the babies.”

But it’s hard to start at hour one

on a new day

in a new song

without you.

I am the new day.

I am the new verse in the song.

I am what you were.

(more…)

Home.

I left a home I loved, too eager for adventure. I sought the nomadic life, hoping to find life’s secrets.

I traveled the globe, crossed oceans, traversed the mountains.

Without a place with deep deep roots- I was homeless. A house but no home. Too eager to leave, I missed the point.

Life’s secrets aren’t hidden away, the greatest mystery is in your heart.

A bundle of joy, a baby to hold

“Lay baby down and do some work,” is what we’re told.

Babies need mama, warm and secure,

It’s love they want, that’s for sure.

My ergo.

The perfect solution.

Hand in hand, we walked.

The silence between interrupted by the shuffle and crunch of leaves. The icy waters threatened their power with rushes and white caps. The peaks ahead displayed their strength.

Surrounded by nature, we were but two in the whole vastness. Small, silent observers, aware of the beauty, the power, the mysterious savage mother.

Hand in hand, we walked. Silent in a world of stories.

A cool moon keeps watch in the warm night.
Her shift is soon over, ready to pass the baton.
The golden god of the sky is starting his fiery climb.
The circles turn, a day begins, the heat is on.
Her shift is soon over, ready to pass the baton.
As she departs, the silences soon leaves with her.
The circles turn, a day begins, the heat is on.

Use the day until the last light’s spent.
As she departs, the silences soon leaves with her.
A cool moon keeps watch in the warm night.
Use the day until the last light’s spent.

I see you there all cool in your imagined success, feeling smug as if you pulled it off.

I see you there.

I see more than the form that you you. I see the hurt, the pain, the lies. I see the truth you try so hard to hide.

Time eases the wounds and scars and I almost forget. I don’t want to forget – I need to remember.

I need to remember what I really see when you sit there so smugly.

I see you.

The August heat is upon us, covering us with sweat, a dewy sweat that doesn’t cleanse us. Tensions rise and I want to hide. Your past has caught up with you, a change in you I thought I could avoid. Where is the autumn and it’s refreshing, crisp reconciliation?

Leaves falling on us

A cool breeze, cleansing air

Rejuvenation.

*prompt 6