hour 12
skeletons tumble out of the closet anatomy class
Colorful
red
green
blue
purple
yellow
orange
going round and round.
layered and alone.
Now they are different.
Create anew.
Kaleidoscope of Feelings
Kaleidoscope of Feelings
My mood
turns
new edges
shapes and colors
suddenly appear
twist me ~ again
patterns fill up
more space
wind me ~ up some more
are you willing
to explore
a full gyration
pieces fall back
into place
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”
the homes of the water
a wonderful face
never known
to be my place
But they celebrate memories
of times in the pines
and tree branch fishing
and sugar from rusty times
More laughter than I can
the shuttlecock lost again
no Muskoka chair here
a nylon strap chair’s domain
The bugs arrived early, again
seemingly never to leave
swatters rather futile in our efforts
so I decide to wear long sleeves
It’s hot and humid
but I endure
Being soaked in that old sleeping bag
but never regretting the cottage life lure
The creaking dock, weeds and snakes
remembering those shattering eeks
watch out for the broken rake
walking towards the bubbling creek
frying eggs, and munching hot dogs
taking short naps
and chopping logs
no hot water from the taps
Those starry nights, answered my dreams
the call of the loons
and rain in reams
as we run out of spoons
Canoes and runabouts, and the dingy that leaks
replacing the pane
from the raccoon that peaks
and rodents that reign
penning ideas on the deck
past joys, and all the sweat
on this decade of memory trek
of charcoal briquettes
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…)