twenty four poems twenty four hours- Oh my God feeling the pressure
Category: Miscellaneous
cosplayers
You may have seen them walk the city streets, wild costumes, characters in high definition real 3D they’ve found their muchness in op-shops or online they are masters of crafting foam, wielding weaponized hot glue guns and months of days in sewing rooms to bring…
Consequential Submersion
The canopy of stars overhead create the perfect backdrop. Phoebe reflects bright white on the placid lake. Wading in I begin to panic as water creeps over hips, breastbone, eyes. Chill envelopes. Darkness consumes. I think, “Tell my mother I did it for glory.”
Breath of Words
The breastbone, a canopy for the heart and lungs Breathe deeply, a full moon of oxygen into the soul Close the eyes to look deep into the lake of the mind Breathe out until there is nothing left to spare Do not panic: revel in…
Only 16
At midnight, ‘neath the night sky’s glorious canopy, the banana moon shown down upon our town’s polluted lake. My spare frame lay uncomfortably upon her breastbone as we reclined in the backseat of her 2013 Jeep Grand Cherokee. She said, “Don’t panic. I know this…
Ritual For Happiness (Prompt #12)
Moon above me so high, Hear me speak, hear me cry! The Universe shares it glory! And I seek a happier story. A canopy of flowers in my head, As I softly lie in my bed, I see myself at a peaceful lake… A longing to reveal,…
Missing, 10.
Panic wears off Lake life returns to retro glory days Of teenage boys hanging off of jeeps Holding soda pops And teenage girls lounging under canopies giggling about the boys The disappearance of ten high school kids the spring before stings the town less and…
#12 Midnight paddle
Out on the Lake A canopy of cloud covers the moon For a moment I panic Losing my way My heart pounding against my breastbone The lantern shows itself in all it’s glory I paddle ashore, my spare body grateful
Haibun – Heaven’s Gate (Prompt 6)
Heaven’s Gate These things sometimes happen. The words were cold, impersonal. Intended to be comfort? Condolence? It didn’t matter. The sound was little more than the haunting incantation of a grim reaper draped in a white lab coat, Death with a professional bedside manner. The…