The Girl with Fly’s Eyes hour/prompt 17

The Girl with Fly’s Eyes

I am the eye of the fly, 750 hexagonal facets
bound together like staves in a barrel.
8,000 lens per eye, and 360-degree directions.
a nerve connecting every facet to the brain.

back through memories, diving into history and swirling
toward the future. timeless legacy flows among stars and galaxies.
celebrating all sentient beings, all things are phosphorescent and
shimmering. the octopus’s and chameleon’s kaleidoscopic colors,
complex communication, creative camouflage abide.

my simple dizzy, dancing, humming, melding
into oneness and song, keeping me awake, never to fear again
now that I have tasted oneness.

Making it

Yes I am tired

yes I am sleepy

yes I’m hungry

yes steamy.

I’ll be writing for

the rest of this night

Now going into

early morn on the

way to daylight.

I’ve read poems

from some other

poets. And found

their use of prompts

mighty po-a-tic. But

I prefer the old

fashioned way.

Just writing what

comes to mind

until the end of

days.

Hour 10: What is love, pray?

Hour 10; What is love, pray?

“What is love, Amma?”, asked my five-year old
I stopped the train of sick thoughts
And complaints and lamentations
That were steadily building in my brain
Lodged themselves there, permanently
I paused, I must have looked stupefied
For she ran to me, put her hands around me, ” Amma ok?”
Not ok, I thought for I had allowed everything else in my life
Except love; when did this happen?
Scooping her in my arms, I whispered,
“What is love? Love is not beating yourself up
For not being perfect and waiting perfectly for when it will be spring again!
Laughing at her confused face, I scooped her up in my arms,
” Love is kissing my baby a hundred times!
And I could feel her pretty giggles and love spreading across my humble and messy home…

Chasing Rainbows (Hour 17)

The little kid in me,
sometimes wish to see,
a sky full of rainbows.

Imagine how it would be,
magical to witness,
such a possibility.

Every color in its full glory,
telling a different story,
Each filling the sky,
taking its own space,
getting its own place.

World looks like a wonderland,
when the sky shines its colorful wand,
asks everyone to be true,
then chase a rainbow that speaks to you.

Prompt 17 – Nature’s Kaleidoscope

Image Courtesy of Pixabay

 

In nature’s grand kaleidoscope, behold,

A scene of wonder, colors manifold,

A large pond nestled in the forest’s keep,

Under the sky, where dreams and memories sweep.

The azure canvas, wide and endless blue,

With wisps of white clouds, in the sky they strew,

A backdrop pure, where daydreams softly play,

Upon this canvas, life’s enchantments sway.

The forest stands in robes of myriad hues,

A tapestry of greens, golds, and vibrant blues,

With every tree a sentinel of grace,

A guardian of this tranquil, sacred space.

And at the heart, where water meets the land,

A spectacle of wonder, vast and grand,

A pond that shimmers with reflections clear,

A watery realm, where mysteries appear.

Here, hundreds of flamingoes, bold and bright,

In deep pink plumage, take their morning flight,

A sight to stir the heart and soul anew,

In this kaleidoscope, where dreams come true.

They grace the water’s surface with their dance,

In perfect harmony, a sweet romance,

Their gentle ripples paint the pond with grace,

A masterpiece of color in this sacred place.

The forest whispers secrets to the breeze,

The flamingoes wade with elegant ease,

A symphony of life in vibrant hues,

In nature’s kaleidoscope, we’re free to choose.

So, take a moment, let your spirit soar,

In this enchanting scene forevermore,

A masterpiece of colors, bright and bold,

In nature’s kaleidoscope, a story told.

Antoinette LeRoux © 2023

Hour 17–Driver’s Exam

Please complete the written portion of your driver’s exam as soon as possible, preferably by yesterday. Monitors are watching. NO GEL PENS!

MULTIPLE CHOICE

  1. When apologizing to a police officer one should always, A. Wear a mustache, B. Offer to pay for coffee, C. Speak in free verse, D. All of the above.
  2. Tire pressure must be maintained by law. Tire pressure maintained by a tennis pro is, A. A mistake, B. Subject to jury ruling, C. Iambic, D. Okay if tennis pro owns the tire store.
  3. Never park closer to a fire hydrant than, A. About yay far, B. The length of a ’78 Montego, C. One year, D. Parks & Recreation.
  4. Water boils at, A. 114 degrees Celcius, B. The bottom of my radiator, C. Will, D. Newark, New Jersey.
  5. Turn signal lever may be found on, A. Amazon Prime, B. Joey’s car, C. This exam, D. The equator.
  6. Safely enter a roundabout in what direction? A. Nonet, B. Rondel, C. West, D. Tasty Kreme.
  7. How much ethanol is allowed in gasoline? A. What the sign says, B. 40 gal. per million, C. How big Big Gulp?, D. 18 years of age.
  8. What does a YIELD sign mean? A. Triangle, B. You like stink-eye?, C. Carl hasn’t stolen it yet., D. C.S. Lewis.
  9. Not that you would know, but a 4-wheel drive vehicle has how many wheels? A. Spare, B. Split, C. Steel-belted, D. Lawrence Ferlinghetti

EXTRA CREDIT ESSAY QUESTION:

Please describe the formation of the modern U.S. Highway System, in correlation with the Post Modern poetry movement, complete with contemporary references.

Kaleidoscope World (acrostic) – Hour 17, Prompt 17

Kaleidoscope shines

A world rainbow bright

Lovely, happy light

Evening’s a sight

In sunset, refracted

Diamonds bow in reverence, impacted

Over its fractal beauty

Shining o’er hill, faceted lakes

Covered in color, no shadows we make

Our skies, all aglitter

People, all blinged

Earth a prism, reimagined.

– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023

 

 

HR-5 My Busy Girl

Such a busy little girl
Give you paper to draw
I continue writing
Here you go questions, questions, questions

Take the paper here
No, take the paper there
Trade me pencils
Grab my eraser

Can you have popcorn
Yes I’ll share
Take my popcorn over
I would like some too

Busy, busy, busy
A bowl,now she wants a bowl
Can I get back to writing
What am I writing again, oh yeah poems

This is the life
My beautiful, busy little toddler
Wouldn’t trade it for nothing
Just please let me finish this poem