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
Hour 17 – Tarot
Tarot
Simple paper with intricate designs,
Though many find them mystical,
It seems to me, nonsensical,
cards of random chance can divine.
Kaleidoscope memories.
There’s a thin line
between who I am and what I am.
Am I the one you think of
when the rain washes down your window?
Am I the reason you stay up at night?
Am I what the poets call hurricane?
Am I the monster they scare children with?
Or the lullabies they fall asleep to?
What am I?
Am I the scars on my body?
Am I my tears?
Am I the person lingering
in my kaleidoscope memories?
In the glint
of the broken broken fragments of my mind.
Is it who I am or what I am?
Lucky
Found a rabbit’s foot.
Found a 4-leaf clover.
Found some change.
I did not break a bone.
I did not get robbed.
I am not homeless.
Kaleidoscope
Kaleidoscope.
Memories melt into colors and
Pour into this wound hungry for life.
To heal is to sew the mouth of a
Wide country [wound] and come to
Terms with living with the scar.
I let the blood parasite eat from
My core of energy, what’s worth
Giving life, is worth killing.
I open my mouth and I’m my wound,
I let the gap between me and my people
Determine how spacious our
Tales of survival can be.
A love song runs from the heart
Of a lost lover, we mix colors
Without ever knowing sight.
Hour 17, Poem 21
Take a peek
And you’ll see
Colours, shapes, patterns
Infinities
Just a little twist
And there it is
Change, beauty, dynamic
Infinities
A little to the left
Or to the right
Is enough to open more
Infinities
Take it away and back you will be
Taking a peek, twisting, left, right
Just to get another glimpse of them
Infinities.
Hour 17 – Push Through
Something in me
won’t let me give up
no matter how hard it gets
I gotta keep pushing
something in me
finds what I need
just when it seems
impossible
I gotta keep pushing
there is greatness
waiting
I can’t give up
I won’t give up
because there is
something in me