The dog I was understudying to learn the art of a calm sea obeying the Messiah’s voice loses its teeth in a bone fight. Patience was it that rot the flesh off the bone into the night of a greedy dog. I tell you truly,…
Category: Poetry Prompts
Them and Me.
I wish for a release from the energies that bind me. The ones that wish to control and defined me. I don’t belong to them, I belong to me. These juvenile texts are used to express what I feel. Does that not make them all…
Hour Two – The Deep
Brilliant reflections Sunrise on the soul of the Deep What will protect the sea? The soul of the Deep when all that is left are marine research venues with beautiful architecture “the world’s only submarium” the fliers say The soul of the Deep is surely…
A Reluctant Goodbye
A reluctant goodbye hung in the space between us: a held breath an undelivered kiss a question with no answer the trembling recognition of grace and hands that want to hold on —even as they’re letting go. —Cynthia Hernandez, 2021
Hour Two
Marinated maturity
many worlds, many lives #prompthourtwo #imageprompt #thepoetrymarathon
How many worlds do you inhabit? How many suns light your day? Where do you go when your soul needs healing, How many moons illuminate your way? I thought I had a life once, one true And strong, where work kept me afloat But…
The joy of unseen things Knows only the wise And my heart swings How I wait for the surprise! With you on my side I forget all my cries!
Hour 1 – Unboxed
Too may boxes for far too long have been checked on my name with sweeping declarations – “You’re fat”, “You’re lazy” “You’re ugly” “Sloppy”, “Forgetful” And many have me filed under the not’s “Not street smart” “Not capable of handling things” “Not quick on your feet”…
home
home over and over these days I hear page edges curling in upon themselves so words fold upon words until nothing seems the same. maybe this is how we return to words telling stories of destruction of ideas of places of people …
Icarus’s Shadow
I saw the shadow of Icarus on the wall Did he know he was not the first to fall Hubris… pride… arrogance… hardly new concepts He stretched his fingers up high Trying so hard to touch the sky To touch something far beyond his precepts…