The Poetry Marathon

Coffee & Change

Coffee and Change
Four seasons of love
and heart changes so
walking together holding hands
gazing into each other’s eyes
while drinking coffee in idle

Hour 2

@varenyas

Well now

I saw clearer

in the fog, from a fettered brain,

the height of it.

The length of your depth.

The flatland of your thought

and all your angles laid bare.

My diminished bank account confirmed it.

 

Prompt 2

Sitting on your patio,
you want coffee
so I make you some.
You want it cold.
so I take it back and
ice it.
You want
the meals I
make, the
desserts I bring.
You want
what I give you
but you don’t
want me.

Prompt 2, Poem 2: The Joy of Unseen things

The joy of unseen things;

The calm that spreads over you as you sit by the river;

steady, slow.

The love you feel in your heart when you look at a loved one;

warm, full.

The awe inside of you as you watch the stars;

amazed, transfixed.

The relaxation from hot cocoa or tea;

Untense, silence.

10 am – Growing Season

This is more than popping joints,
Stiff necks and spine alignments.
This is shadow work,
Mirror work and reliance in Spirit.

This is digging in your own wells while
realizing simultaneously that you have them.
It is drinking from your own reservoirs and feeling replenished.
Dissipating blockage in your throat chakras and,
Belting out your secrets.

Affirm your light in light as well as in darkness.
Both will serve as pathways.
Affirm it in others.
You are only human in this lifetime,
an ancient being with more ascending to uncover.

Life

You are glamorous and blunt,
like a cat in the wild..!
you are happiest and saddest
like a sorrowful movie under the stary sky…!
you have been always mine…my life…!

 

 

 

 

 

Prompt 2: The Setting Sun

The setting sun

makes for one

hell of a

picture to inspire

Painters, Poets, Philosophers.

It’s an End

Beginning as well

It sounds cool

When said so

Looks pretty too

Always an option

to turn to

when nothing works!

Truly a beginning

and an end

of one’s imagination.

 

A Reluctant Goodbye

Hour 1 – When I Go

When I meet my ending, 

Here is what I hope – 

I hope that those around me 

Never question how much I love them. 

 

I hope that I leave things a little

Better than I found them, 

That I have been able to see the world

And meet her people, learning much,

Endlessly laughing. I hope that when

I go, that laughter is still ringing in my ears,

Music of a life well spent.

Hour 2: Memories

I love the pink sky

I love dewy leaves

My breathing was so fresh

I looked up to the sky

Reminiscing the past

I smile, the picture was so vivid

Our memories came up

The gracious ones fortunately,

Memories.