Brown Banana
Brown Banana
Cast to side, replaced.
Yellow ones hanging above.
Which one will you eat?
Three
Some say one plus one is two.
but one full heart plus one half heart is three
when two full hearts meet two full hearts that’s four
one plus one is never two
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no prompt
Hour three
(bad service)!
Poem 02 – The Joy of Unseen Things
Fresh coffee’s aroma
And the sound of it pouring
Sweet singing birds
Sore muscles from laughter
Sunshine on skin
Rain on skin
Skin on skin
Baked pumpkin seeds
Riding a bicycle
Alliteration
The moments between sleep and awake
Slipping into a warm bath
Saunas
Shoe and clothing removal after a long day
Memories of comfort and calm
Warmth embodied
Elation in movement
Unseen Things
the joy of unseen things
in youth
is the possibility
this could be IT, could be
EXACTLY
what you need
that precious thing you’ve
wished for,
hoped for,
prayed, begged, cried for…
it. could. be.
the joy of unseen things
in the years beyond youth
is that they are few,
and far between
Poems-an Acrostic
POEMS
Putting them on paper as we empty
Our souls. They play with our
Emotions while we meditate on what we write. It
Seems to me, therefore, we should always get it right!
Hooked (Hour One, A Tanka Poem)
pulse pounding, face flush
trembling hands dance anxiously
longing for The Rush
bloodshot eyes stare aimlessly
waiting for words to appear
(A tanka is a five line poem where the syllable count for each line is as follows: 5/7/5/7/7.)
Cracked Cloth
I reflect in a cracking sac cloth
The mirror is me
Embers hook my feet in the dew at midnight
O’ i feel me in two’s and three’s
It’s not me I see by this cloth of darkness
The night is a battle field within me
O’ me again and again in pain— wail not
For I pray to Thee: He shall heal the living
O’ thee
Let the shadow in me slide freely
“Lucky #14”
“Lucky #14”
I’m sitting in cubby #14
In the third row.
They were already here
Waiting for me.
No time to prepare.
Seconds later, it’s over.
Done.
They congratulate me.
But my worry isn’t gone.
I don’t feel any better.
I though this would feel . . .
Different.
It works, trust us.
Can I?
I don’t understand most of the information.
I’m taking a leap of faith.
I hope this is all worth it.
To Me
Strange how,
the perspective of two people,
engaging in the same conversation
can be worlds apart.
Merging
Image Prompt: Prompt for hour 2
The day,
the Night,
the rising—
setting
suns
Are merging—
now
and then.
I witness the,
synchronicity—
of us.
Are we all not
synchro-nauts,
warped in time?
