Hour 3: Kindness
The waves of kindness
rush to the shores of help
and recede without expectation.
Come For Me
* Sensual poem warning 18 or older*
Fierce thrills, I close my eyes
Feeling the rush consume me
Sight returns fluttering lids
To an empty bed
Where I wait for you
To come for me.
Heart outstretched like open arms
A fantasy of breath
Skin upon skin with fingers laced
Within my heartstrings
Undulating rhythm of my floor
waiting for you, to come for me.
My breath escapes parted lips
As the rushing waves unfurl me
Tiptoeing fingers down your
Xylophone spine
Relishing the echo of your sound
Urging you to come for me
Lingering caresses as hearts undress
The twilight dawns to evening
Legs braided, writhing
Neither distance nor time
Could silence my cries
breathily, I beg you to come for me.
I haven’t strength to let go
Even now, even though
I wait for three words to rule me
Never before had I wanted more
Than your heart, soul, mind, to your bones
Imagining your smile when you come for me.
11 am – Blood & Honey
May your smile never be forsaken.
May you never know fear in raising children.
May you never be stripped of identity
May you always know dignity.
May you feel pride in your name
And your culture mirrored in media with positivity.
May you live in a land that accepts your difference as delightful instead of dismay.
May your men know honor, worth, and appreciation.
May your women know love purely, intentionally, and unashamed.
May your people be respected in every facet of their being.
May your children never be a threat to your neighbor’s gatekeeping.
May you always feel home, wherever your family is.
May your family never be broken for fun or for profit.
May your legacy never be riddled with trauma, scars and hate.
May you never feel hot iron in response to revolution.
May your blood never be currency.
May you never know the curse of Blood and Honey.
#3- The story never ends
I write a story,
My mind coming up with thoughts,
Stitching them all together,
Putting together the individual sheets.
I write the story,
Finally giving a home,
To all the orphaned objects in my mind,
Binding the papers into signatures.
I write the story,
My mind reaching far and wide,
Connecting distant ports,
Binding the signatures with thread.
Or does the story write me?
Each word I write,
Changing the lattice of my mind,
Binding the finished book with a hard cover
~thryaksha
Hour 3: The Roses
They bloomed but for a day
Now the roses have withered
The scented air just as thick
Bordering on stench
It was pleasant for a day
Now the roses have withered
In a sad, grieving sight much like a funeral
Though they are not mourning flowers, perhaps
They were happy, but for a day
Before the rain fell
Washing away the happiness
Now the roses have withered
Scattered petals
Thoughts, Memories
Only thorns left
They bloomed but for a day.
Hour 3: Beautiful Day
Beyond the veil of sleepiness,
My eyes they open wide.
I pour myself a cup of coffee
Take the dog outside.
I look around, I listen
To the sounds and sights that I can see
I drowsily smile and stretch my arms
What a beautiful day it will be.
Slowly sipping my coffee
I set up my writing nest
I stumble through feeding the menagerie
Not quite yet feeling my best.
I stop to take a deep breath
Send out a silent plea
Continue my preparations
What a beautiful day it will be.
I sit in contemplation
About the journey about to begin
I think of all the times past
The memories make me grin.
Camaraderie and giddiness
Everyone who is here would agree
A load of anticipation
What a beautiful day it will be.
The time is drawing near
I attempt to gather my thoughts
They scurry around within my mind
My stomach is churning out knots.
I watch the clock and see the time
Silently I give a cheer
The prompt comes up, I now begin
That beautiful day is here!
Capture moments in the eyes
Store memories in the heart
The sound of laughter never fades away
The glimpse of a smile never dissolves
In our hearts, we carry it along
With the hope they last long!
2021 Poetry Marathon, Hour 3
For Hour 3, I used both text and visual prompts.
I’d recognize that bridge anywhere
I don’t remember where it is
but it’s the one they always show whenever they talk about that park
I’d recognize that bridge anywhere
I don’t remember where it is
but it’s the one that looks like Graffiti Bridge after 30 years of unchecked foliage growth
I’d recognize that bridge anywhere
I don’t remember where it is
but it’s the one you always have to say you recognize because everyone knows that bridge
I’d recognize that bridge anywhere
if I’d ever seen it before
But I haven’t
so I’ll have to concentrate on the woman in the magenta dress
stalking the two people having a conversation on the bridge
26 June 2021
Fix you
Because you’re worth it.
Because none of this would be the same without you.
Because we are
Forever
in
xanadu,
you
own
uniqueness
and no force in the universe can change that.
Caterwauling
I wonder if there will
Ever come a day
When the two resident cats
Will actually play
Without screaming like banshees
When the other comes near
Hissing and moaning
For all to hear
And complaining so loudly
Like a common ally cat
Expect when we’re not looking
Because it all just an act
This pretending to be enemies
And that’s a fact