Dear John
“Dear John”
I write these words
to tell you
I love you
the scars
that you left
pages burned
nothing left, but ash
casted out
to call my power back
to me
I write these words
as they, set me free
❤ always
Me
HR-4 If You Have Enough (text prompt marriage)
If you have enough love
And your heart is true to one
You can be bound to each other
Always together, living as one
If you have enough
If you have enough love
If your heart is true to one
And you have enough love
You will be bound together
Always living as one
If you have enough love
If you have enough
Hour Sixteen: Road Map to Me
Turn left as soon as you can
Look for the broken caution sign
Tossed aside by the side of the road
When you reach the defaced stop sign
Keep going until you see
The traffic light
Hanging precariously
Stuck on red
Ignore it and
Ease on across looking both ways
When you arrive you’ll find
A doorway without a welcome mat
For stomping off the mud and dust
of what is right
Enter the house leaning left
Stop when you hear my rapier wit
welcoming you
carefully approach until I sheathe my weapons
Be at home then in this space
I’ve made my own.
It’s A Match (Poem 16)
The blue of the sky
Matching the blue of the wall
The mood seems to be blue too?
Saved by the others probably, Because like the sky,
The wall is a myriad of colors too!
It stays ‘Stay Funky’
Is it the sky’s message to the wall?
Is the wall saying it to the sky?
Are both of them teaching it to us?
It’s universal anyway
So let’s embrace it
And keep all the colours of our personality alive !
In response to image prompt number 16
Prompt 16
Hello again,
I heard you breathing
while you were falling
I held your head up
to the clouds after opening
my doubt to the sunshine
I didn’t hear you calling
Too busy looking out the window
waiting for the day’s moon
Gordon and Marvin
One nimble, the other lived-in,
And they’re both competing for the stomachs
of the F Word customers.
Gordon, in his chef’s coat, sans T-shirt –
scratchy material, no wonder he’s telling
his cooks to eff off – methodically roasts peppers
and chorizo for heat, adding sherry, pureeing, er, tomahtos
while exchanging cheerful barbs.
Marvin, gleefully waving his knife in the air –
“Am I distracting you in any way?” –
is boiling celery for his Meat Loaf Tunafish Casserole Surprise
over which he crumbles potato chips while maniacally
laughing that Gordon can’t identify his secret ingredient.
And, it was close. Two to three, Gordon, who was
still laughing as Marvin left the building.
The guiding light (Hour 16)
Once while crossing the woods,
it was dark in the night,
not a soul in sight,
being brave, she walked alone,
and soon found something on its own,
it was a globe of light,
shining like a blue moon at night,
she held it in her hands,
found her vision expand,
her path became clear,
her destination was near,
the dark forest was still there,
but the guiding light was here.