The Poetry Marathon

Parallel Closet – Hour 12, Prompt 12

Parallel closet is hiding inside

the actual place my clothes reside

a spot where I escape and dream

write about other worlds I scheme.

 

When life is stressful and upset

my hidden space gives me a rest

sweet music plays from within

and my mind changes channels

of scenes and screens on walls.

 

Should I need any sleep

many pillows in a heap

all over the floor

also muffle my snore.

 

When I’m sick, it’s the best

tissues, humidifier, warm compress

and songs from my mama

while in fuzzy pajamas.

 

Closet opposite reality

also a better world would be

peace and love, and me

here now and never face

our old Earth’s ugly space.

 

– Sandra Johnson, 9-3-2023

Love of Indifferent

What was that –

So dark that

The sunshine can’t outshine it?

He wanted to smile,

but it was as hot as hell inside.

So, he stayed outside

thinking it was inside,

under the air condition.

Yes, no condition is permanent.

He wasn’t insane

But I’m pretty sure that he was in pain.

His love has had a heart of stone,

So, he prays hard.

For diamonds are the hardest-known minerals

Hour 17-Kaleidoscopes and Flamingoes

Pink Flamingos play games in my head.

Making a kaleidoscope

with their prancing.

Pink rainbows give way to multicolored ones.

Twirls of maybes and possibilities.

Swirl in cut out designs.

Images dance in modest regard.

Flamingos prancing and dancing in swirls

Kaleidoscopes full of imaginings.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hour 15: Backwards Day

If I walked through my mirror

Imagine what would lie in wait

Everything just opposite

Of my life today

 

I would step through the frame

To see a bedroom free of clutter

A phone call coming in

From my loving, caring mother

 

My sisters in the living room

To help me choose an outfit

There’s a line of suitors out the door

I can count that high, but can’t pronounce it

 

I don’t need to go to work today

I already won the lottery

I work anyway, ‘cause I’m artist

They say a downright prodigy

 

I can do the things I love again

My body feels no pain

And every ounce of anguish

Has simply gone away

24 Hour Poetry Marathon Hour 17: “A Tribute to Kaitlyn Sutey “Shuttlecock”

You know why i pulled you over? (15th Hour)

10 4

I have a visual.

So check it out rookie, I’m gonna pull over this mexican and . . . Well . . . He is not going to have insurance most likely. I want you to take lead. Here is a chance to show me what you’re made of. Now, I ne (more…)

Alabaster

Hidden in the ground

Alabaster rests dormant

An unknown treasure.

 

Kaleidoscope #2023poetrymarathon #prompt17

Reflections of reflections of reflections

mirrored in the eye,

I see you standing there at the water’s edge,

the next minute

you are gone

only to reappear with the gardening shears

or getting ready for work

your smile gently teasing

your hands reaching for mine

your happy laughter

crinkling your eyes…

And then it’s gone,

my kaleidoscope of memories

and all that remains is white noise.

Till I look back into my head and look again

and again. Reflections

reflecting themselves.

 

 

Shapes and Colors

The glimpse of you brings a smile to my face

My hand waves like it was a wagging tail

My smile grows as you stop beside me in place

My cheeks hurt and my fists turn pale

But I’m bursting with happiness because you’re here

My heart is full of dancing colors in cheer

A reminisce of love that brings heartbreak

 

 

Listening to “On the Nature of Daylight” by Max Richter.

There is an image of you I love
You are dancing in the garden, just right after checking on the plants
Planting a kiss on my forehead, you spin me in the air
The air smells of summer and sunshine and peace
Peace is how I describe those times.

There is a memory of you that remains unclear
Unclear because I do not remember if you had an apron on
On the island I sat, waiting as you counted down the seconds to the oven alarm
Alarmed, you ran to get the oven mitt before you pulled out the cake
Cakes are reminders that I once had my heart loved beyond bounds

Memories of our running around. Memories of catch and hide and seek. Your love has made my life well-lived
You lived as an angel in human body, spreading your love like wings to touch everyone
And everyone may try but they’ll never be the angel you were.

“A heart that’s broken is a heart that’s been loved”
Loved. I’ve touched the emotion, now it is a thing of the past.
In the past, you sang me lullaby’s, gave me hugs and a thousand kisses
Kisses that brought good dreams
Same dreams I now force myself to have playing Ed Sheeran’s ‘Supermarket flowers’
Supermarket flowers are a reminder of the fake flowers people dropped at your rest side
A side of my heart feels thorn that we cannot go back
Back to when my memories were joyful moments happening

I thought we’d grow old side-by side
I thought we’d coo at my children and laugh at their baby jokes
Side-by-side was the goal
But you slipped away when I wasn’t looking