Hour 2
Thick with disquiet
sonorous sleeplessness its
nighttime with the dog.
Hour 2: Unseen Beauty
A sense of accomplishment
Courage in your heart
Reaching the finish line
When you were not sure that you could start.
Faith in what you believe in
Confidence that you will succeed
Humility to admit that you were wrong
Even a touch of greed.
Love that makes your heart explode
Sadness that makes you cry
Happiness that fills your soul
Contentment that causes you to sigh.
So many things are in this life
In the bountiful places in between.
A multitude of feelings
The joy of things unseen.
2021 Poetry Marathon, Hour 2
I stuck with the text prompt for Hour 2.
Coffee and change
Used to be a bit of spare change
might buy a cup of coffee or two
(with enough left over to leave a tip on the counter)
Just enough to wake you up
on a slow morning
Seems hardly anyone
drinks straight coffee anymore
Now it’s mostly liquid dessert
in tall, grande, or venti
Just enough to wind you up
for the next sugar crash
And there’s no such thing as change
26 June 2021
The Universe
The universe is our stage.
We grasps it, you love it, and you want it.
We sing we dance; we’ll act upon the big stage.
And we’ll be the best at whatsoever we do throughout our whole life.
All that it has taught us from the beginning
We then make it with the help of our Abba.
AMEN
The Boat
Open air and closed eyes.
Soft breeze through hair
like a gentle lover.
Lapping waves and ocean spray cools
where sun beats down.
Smell of salt and algae;
anywhere else a sign of rot,
but here, freedom
Senryu
Coffee! Those brewed beans
don’t change things; they charge us, and
we make change happen.
DreamCreatures
We are the stars
We are the shadows and dust
We fall asleep
We wake up
Dreaming strange lands
Is
All we have
Beware Rose Colors
Barriers are just
glass panes we use to view life
through glass pain lenses
we create senses
to make sense of self framed by
the life we may lose
so choose wisely, friend
or your end may only have
shatters of stained glass
Stay In The Moment
Wandering eyes with meandering mind
Eat away at symbols
Clutched within the web of thought
Struggling, attempting to decipher
Yet every thought brings on more
Questions than answers.
I bring myself back
Pulling myself down
Out of the clouds
And try and stay in the moment
I see my reflection
The tell-tale signs of age
And wisdom, scurrying about the lines
Drawn out by Father Time
I smell the scent of freshly cut grass
Billowing through the open window
I taste the last drops of coffee
Spilling down my chin-
Caffeinated liquid gold
I touch the hem of a shawl
Wrapping around my fingers
In a lover’s embrace
Protection from the cold, harsh world
I listen to the silence
The sound of alone
The melody of my heartbeat
I sink again into thought
As it yet still beats for you.
The daydreams clamber
Up the mountains of sense
And finds that it makes none,
But does it matter?
I lose myself again in altitudes
Only to force myself to ground
Plummeting like my heart
Spiraling in a cacophony
Of windswept imagination
And damnable overthinking.
Matching sequence to truth
Archeological digs brushing
Away thought as I brush aside
Yet another far-fetched dream-
Trying to make sense of
Ambiguity
My restlessness enjoying the ride
In disorienting travels from heaven
To earth
And oft I wonder if I am
Here or there,
But in truth, I realize despite all
That I am both and everywhere.
Unseen
The weekend.
Getting the last bite of the favorite dessert.
Sleeping in. Staying up.
Feeling good.
Finding love.
Letting go.
Relief. Meaning. Calm.
Friends, family, hobbies.
Day by day.
Mundane every day.
Change, sameness.
Unique and Copy.
The overlooked.