Hour 8 Poem 8
Erasing all fear,
Creating a web of faith,
Jumping in feet first.
Flying
I reach out my hand to touch the sky.
You laughed at me and asked me why.
Because I can, I reply with a smile.
My dreams have carried me higher than a mile.
If you see me floating away in the wind,
Always know I will come back again.
An Ode to New York
Ah, New York!
I know that bridge.
I know that rock
where he first kissed me.
Not really… I made that up.
But, I know that bridge.
And, I know that rock.
I know that beautiful
bustling place where the muses live.
I know the snow, and the sleet,
and the 24/7 noise of night music.
I know the theaters, and the stages,
and the late night coffee shops
of street musicians.
Ah, New York!
The place where new and knockoffs
meet to mingle and dance
the way no one has danced before.
I know the devil’s destruction
and the place where angels met
for poetry the night before.
Oh, New York!
I know this place
and how you grew beyond the blues
when news of Satan’s play
became old hat.
Love letter
To the future Mrs. Jennings whomever
she may one day be I write this letter
to say thank you.
Thank you for allowing me
to be apart of your journey navigating
this thing we call life.
Thank you for being patient
with me I know at times my stubbornness
tends to get in the way.
Thank you for being
The Authentic you
The Genuine you
the you that gave my heart
physical butterflies.
Most importantly Thank you
for loving me in ways I never
knew actually existed.
With you I have found not
only a lover but my best friend
my ride or die
someone in who I can totally
confide.
I thank God every day for him
sending you his angel my way.
Prompts Hour Nine
Text Prompt
Take a common saying like “To get lost is to learn the way” or “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch” or “This too shall pass,” as the basis of writing a poem.
Contributed by KV Adams.
Image Prompt
Haughty
Her gaze is haughty
Her eyes coldly searching
Her bearing, indifferent
Scrutinizing and dismissing
A slight sneer on her lips
The smiles that never quite get to her eyes
Completes her coldly over bearing mien
Without much ado
It is obvious
She doesn’t give second chances
You mess up, you’re discarded, instantly
8. Poetic summary of To Kill a Mockingbird
A concise, brief summary,
of ” To kill a Mockingbird ” by Harper Lee.
This book did greatly inspire me,
to read for law and a lawyer to be.
A theme of racism and prejudice
in the book is interwoven,
picking at the fabric of society
and causing a corrosion.
Atticus, the Attorney, sets out to defend
an innocent black man,
for raping a white woman, he us unjustly accused.
Because of a racist and prejudiced jury,
Atticus fails in his plan.
Imparting gems of knowledge
to his son and daughter
to become righteous people,
by emulating his character.
Personal Parallels to this book, I can draw,
like Atticus, I have also studied the law.
Just like Jack Finch, my brother is also a doctor.
Innocent, kind and respectful are my son and daughter.
Screen Shot
No way
What a sway
The screen shot
Was a bad shot
It just took
The last look 👀
And sat in a storeroom
Just behind the big broom 🧹
Copyright © 2021 Roxann Lawrence (Poetessrock)
The Woman Thinks (Half Marathon Hour 9)
Michellia Wilson
Poetry Marathon Hour 9 (2021)
THE WOMAN THINKS
The interests of the woman,
alone more than twenty years,
musters poor judgement
on the stage of the world.
She questions the fog
rolling yonder over far away hills,
so thick,
the moisture dowses her skin –
all on an autumn morning.
She makes her feeble decisions
about life with a pause,
she lights a hemp roll, inhales,
and coughs deeply,
in the morning dew.
No one told her there would be
days when the void
outside her being,
would largely match the void
inside her soul.
Her day has just begun
and daylight is full In it’s fogginess –
the woman coughs again,
snubs the butt and enters
into a day of chores.
Haibun
Inky dark night. Jewels in the heavens sparkle like diamonds in a necklace. The Seven Sisters wink seductively while trying to sit in Cassiopeia’s Chair. Orion chases Ursa Major and her cub when he stops to slake his thirst from the Big Dipper. Great Leo butts’ heads with fleecy Aries. Sirius the Dog Star is the glowing eye of Canis Major as she helps Orion track Ursa. Faint Polaris guides mariners to home port from the tail of the Little Dipper.
A new moon
A black palette rules the sky
Stars come out to play
Distant galaxies show off their faint pinprick lights through holes in the black curtain. Sagittarius points the way to the center of the Milky Way where star forming clusters give birth to baby stars from their nurseries and old stars blow up and die. In the middle lie the supermassive black holes that swallow all light in to their mighty maws and bend time and gravity to their will.
Are they our home
We are formed from their dust
Will we return.