A Cityscape
I see a cloud of white
Against a periwinkle sky
With the sun shining through
In streaks that beat against
The skyscraper and spread out
Before the glass storefront
Party
They’re talking
They’re all talking
And there’s not enough
Air
Now They’re looking at me
What do I do?
Should I say something?
They look away
Phew
Another conversation at a party avoided
Christmas Eve Sing-Along
(for hour 11—holiday prompt from hour 10)
Christmas Eve Sing-Along
Sleigh bells ring
I’m listening
to deep, soulful chimes
of handbells near the dais
where the harpist strums
and the little drummer boy
rumpa-tum-tum-tums
with a glance to the director
for her smile of approval
even when he misses a beat
His performance isn’t for her
or me
or angelic voices joining the chorus
or the crowd warmed after snowy drives in the dark
or even his mom smiling gleefully from the front pew
This lifting of voices
of notes
of harmonies
of joy to the rafters and beyond
is for the Creator who so loved us
that He gave His only begotten Son
that whosoever should believe in Him
should not perish, but have eternal life
She trudged through the muck
her gumboots
buried in
slurping filth with each step
a jar of sourdough starter
tucked under her arm
the lifeblood to feed
the next generation
her heart beat
at a mouse’s rate
as she thread the needle
through thick and vine
she longed to see
a single cloud upon the sky
but no such open spread
lay upon her vision
instead she trundled on
through the undergrowth
hoping for the light of dawn
hoping for them all
[Prompt 11: Write a poem using at least 5 of the following 10 words/phrases: Forest Ranger, Skyscaper, Periwinkle, sourdough, Cloud, needle, gumboots, beat, spread, storefront]
Bread
Baking Periwinkle sourdough bread is life.
Like a needle on the beat, I count down from oven time to eating.
Even the Forest Ranger pops in when he smells the sweet dough air.
Must make sure we have a spread.
What’s your choice?
Hour Eleven
Skyscraper
Like a needle threaded through clouds,
The skyscraper sits atop the world
Gleaming glass and metal – indestructible
Pointing to the future spread out before us.
Every beat of its silver drum
A new wave of humanity’s flag,
Another feather in technology’s cap,
A climb so high, we dare not look down,
Refusing to ask who is still there,
To catch us when we fall.
Hour 10
This was a really silly poem. I had fun seeing some silly holidays and a whole day about sleep? Amazing every day please.
Festival of Sleep
A whole day for something that is never enough
I can sleep all night
Dreams filled with soft things
So comfortable and sleeping
And yet I will be tired the next day
I will want to go back to bed
I will want to sleep
And a whole day for it
Please let it be a monthly festival
Hour 9 – Price Tag
This too shall pass, people often say
to make you soldier on with a smile
so you plough on
don’t complain
chant it as your soul drains.
It is fire that molds a metal brick
into a sword
but you forget that the brick
loses its form
you burn, burn, burn till
you turn to ashes, rot.
This too shall pass
Yes it shall, but at what cost?
Hour 11-I Will Blanket the World
Today I will blanket the world
With words
I will send my best
And my worst
I am feeling darkness
Flutter in the noon day sun
I am feeling depression dance
Into the gentle, hot breeze
I will blanket the world
With words
Crawling into dark spaces
Lonely places
I will use my words as salve
Convincing myself
All will be fine
Someday, soon
I will blanket the world
With hope and warmth
Bundled up in words
of hope
Sketches
Flowers aromas
Decorated home with sweet smell
Paintings and brushes…
@maritzam-mejia – Hour Eleven