The Poetry Marathon

Making Kindness

~willjxn~

Ingridiance:

2 lifetimes of forgiving:  ½ for self ½ for everyone else.

1 eternity of deciding

2 remindings:  day and night.

1 real smile pressed firmly.

1 ounce of prevention.

All the time in the world.

Patients spread thin but spread none the less.

Oven temperature:  360 degrees of warm thoughtfulness.

Directions:

Add the prevention and time together and allow it to leaven into a pound of cure. Mix half your forgiveness with deciding.  Stir in remembering everyday.  Poor over patients spread thinly.  Knead in the wrest of the night with a pound of cure. Work gently making sure to add more time as needed for kindness to be made tangible.

Bake in a warm oven of thoughtfulness.

While still warm, coat the top with the last half of forgiveness of yourself.

Then,  garnish with a smile and use the remainder of the deciding— to share with others. 

Helen’s Horse

~willjxn~

Darkness is her relevance;

sitting blindly on the glooming.

One magnolia on her lap.

Her Trojan horse— stark silence looming.

Constellations— worlds unseen.

Symphonies,  loud silence neighing.

Arion— his presence stirring,

Courageously, she rides his back.

Do you need a reason;

To let your world unfold?

Do you need a reason:

Why?

Do you need a purpose;

To let your dreams be known?

Do you need  a reason to;

Fly?

Hold on to your self.

Hold on to your higher self.

Let your dreams take flight.

Find the courage to see why.

Only you will know,

What you really want.

Answer what you want inside

Answer what you want:

And fly.

See your self arrive.

See your self take up new wings.

Rise above the stormy sky.

Rise above the clouds of doubt.

Spread your wings and learn to fly.

Rise above and you’ll see;

Why.

Prompt 29, Hour 24: Four Steps To My MatchBox Village.

First step:

Have teenage brothers purchase cars.

Have all go out and play.

Each matchbox car is magical.

So let it seems that way.

Second step:

Be as young as six years old;

Think cities made of mud.

Let childhood genius take its hold;

Recede Snake River’s flood.

Third step::

Skirt around wet fields of grain—

A boon from irrigation.

Small city streets— checkered terrain,

Form by imagination.

Fourth step:

Form Adam’s houses out of wet clay—

schools, businesses,  and churches.

Wait for the sun to bake them dry;

daydreams on flowing ditches.

Fifth Step:

Time travel back to innocence.

Bring along your children.

Find they’ll  travel other ways;

Their own worlds to pilgrim.

How you so delight a child?

Crawling there in smartness.

14 legs and 4 antennae.

Navigating darkness

Sniffing for a pal,

Armored for a fight,

Rolling up into a pill,

Roly Poly might.

perfectly aligned

speckled mother in my grill,

hungry gaping mouths

I’m the guardian of the house

Jacksey needs to see—

Needs to know I’m always right.

Who is alpha?  Me!

Birddog in the yard behind,

Catdog in the front.

Dingo when I have to fight,

Labrador at night.

Willing to go for a walk,

Watchdog for my dish

I’ll sound alarms when people knock,

I’ll even herd goldfish.

I love to curl up by the fire,

Humans are my pups.

I patrol the backyard wire.

I chew on plastic cups.

Nillie is my given name,

Master calls me sister.

I am loyal to a fault,

Rub my belly, Mister.

In the beginning, was a hole,

And the hole was without sound

the sound was without a beat,

the beat was without melody.

And there were no words to the music.

Then a voice was heard:

Let there be a dance.

and let the dance have sound,

and let the sound be a song,

and let the song have words,

and let the words form poetry.

And let a beat take form.

And let all dance along.

But the world was void of dancers

So God took Elm and Ash

and made from each a man and woman.

And then the dance began.

kare-eda-ni
karasu-no tomari-keri
aki-no kure

on a withered branch
a crow is perched
autumn evening

snow rests on the branch
waiting for a forlorn crow
after summer’s heat

Yuki ga eda ni kakatte imasu.
Karasu o matteimasu.
Natsu no atsusa no nochi ni