Rush
Mismatched socks
Misplaced keys
Misunderstood tears
Even the best laid plans
may go awry
&
Nothing slows the clocks
steady march forward
drawing ever near
the planned departure
Eggs (prompt 9, 5 pm)
Don’t put all your eggs in one basket,
An expression heard a time or two.
A good warning for those who walk in two left shoes.
If all your eggs are in one basket,
And you take a fall,
Laugh it off and make a scramble,
The tastiest of them all!
Hidden
Get lost in the air
And learn the ways of the head
Before times,
I’ve seen voices lost and found in boxes
Fingers are crossed in hopes
Footptints are sealed in dust
But a soul get lost in the universe
And finds a way in human
STEP BACK
STEP BACK (DRACULA) (hour 8)
How could Jonathan have been so obtuse?
A newby British bank clerk, sure; early 20th century,
yes! But so naive as to travel to far-fetched Romania?
First by train, then overnight horse-and-four
driven by a man who commanded red-eyed wolves –
all to get some unaging stranger to sign
property deeds in London? Seriously,
bite me! Why didn’t he turn back
when natives cursed and/or bestowed
on him garlic wreaths and clunky metal crosses?
Ah, well, you know the rest: boy meets
vampire, suppresses homoerotic longings
all while protecting his chaste finance who
lusts after the Count (she’s been bitten,
of course, trying to uncover the mystery
of her BFF turned blood-sucking Bloofer Lady).
And you know what follows, step by step:
boy and friends uncover conspiracy
to sap ye old merry homeland of its young
and new blood. Stake driven through heart,
corpses burned or shot. Girl and country saved.
Case closed.
Be careful what you wish for
Before I make a wish
I try to think twice
The outcome
just might not be so nice
So I close my eyes tight
And hope I’ve got it right
Pandemic Normal
Normal can kill
Normal can maim
Normal can eviscerate the very soul
I have often heard the question
“Why can’t you be normal?”
Normal
Normale
The usual
Not outside the agreed upon parameters of what is
Acceptable
When did those two perception become
Synonymous, I wonder
I have seen death within the eyes
Of those who were told no
Because they weren’t normal
Now we are in the midst of a new normal
One that is erasing the very meaning of the word
and replacing it
With what
I wonder
#8. Too Hot to Fly
I learned something new on the radio
about a hot air balloon
Apparently they can not rise on a day
when it’s hotter outside then the room
above it’s flame.
Today in my town
its expected to reach
a high of one hundred and two
My car may still run
but I’m grounded in sun
like a tired deflated balloon.
2021: Hour 9 – image prompt
Emotions swirl,
as my thoughts curl,
around the truth of you.
The night is long,
as my heart’s song,
beckons across this view.
I wish we were building fortresses anew,
and finding solace and reverie in two —
Instead,
I float alone;
lost in sullen waves,
consumed by the
endless
panoramic view.
Getting lost
Get lost may lead to something…
A lesson
A new way
A story
A tell
A message
Or maybe…
To nothing!
@maritzam-mejia – Hour Nine