The Poetry Marathon

The Señorita (23rd hour 2020) prompt

“We’re going to Kentucky…We’re going to the fair…to see the Señorita with the flower in her–”

Nursery rhymes nursery rhymes

use to be the story of the lives

of folkloric strangers that we never knew

but that didn’t stop them from coming after you.

“The Señorita with the flower in her–”

From afar we could see her approaching

Lanky body, cracking with every motion

Her bloodied cracked face were covered by her veil

and if you stop singing she would begin to screech and wail

The Señorita from the fair

would pull at our hair

as we held our circle tight, sang her song

teased the next kid who was to

turn around and

turn around and

until they make a s–

The Señorita from Kentucky, the one from the fair, she was rather unlucky upon the Ferris Wheel.

 

 

H.23 – Marla

Marla, arches her back,

stretching her long limbs,

drapping her body over me,

she sings softly in my

ear, her whiskers tickle my chin ,

as she graces me

with her devine attention.

 

Imaginary Pet Prompt (Hour 23)

Fossiliferous stallion,
speckled stone steed grazing on dust,
you are the color of rock, gray, yellowed.

Tiny bones buried in your skin,
crinoids and brachiopods, tabulate coral.
You are the carboniferous ocean floor,
astride swimming hooves,
hardened by land, rain and rock
sediment poured through your crevices.

Poseidon’s hippokampos washed ashore long ago.

Imaginary Lover

Imaginary lovers
Never turn you down

my private pleasure
Midnight fantasy

my Wildest dreams

Imaginary lover
anytime

Imaginary lovers, oh yeah

ordinary lovers
lose their thrill

Imagination’s unreal

Imaginary lover,
imaginary lover

mine anytime

satisfaction guaranteed

Imaginary lover,
imaginary lover

mine all the time

imaginary lover
You’re mine

 

*lyrical blackout poem

“Imaginary Lover” by Atlanta Rythm

Absence is Complete, hour 23

Like music
Sometimes the space between the beat
Contains the rhythm

A cup only functions
When it is empty

A box filled
Is just a cube

Without guidance
Without structure
A movement becomes a mob
A garden tangled overgrowth

To order is not to impose
But to maintain and direct

To govern is not to control
But to facilitate progress

Never forget

Expect

The mirror

They held hands,

Long walks in the evening,

Played in the park,

Rode swings together,

One could hear her giggles clearly,

Loud and innocent,

For years it continued,

He was her best friend,

And one day,

She saw them together,

 

Looking at the mirror shocked,

She was standing alone,

No one beside her,

But she could hear him chuckle,

She chuckled back,

Moved ahead,

Holding hands,

Thinking the mirror is lying…..

Hour 23

Find the one
Who dances with your demons
Instead of someone
Who creates them

Hour 23 (2020)

a mort is a fellow

whose colored bright yellow

he sports a loud bellow

and drinks limoncello

he sits on my porch

with his liquor and borscht

and scorches my visitors with a blowtorch

My Dog. Prompt 23 Hour 23

My Dog

I love my dog
He is a black dog
He is very young

I love my dog
I play with my dog
He has a nice collar

I love my dog
He is a good dog
He has a brown tail

I love my dog
He barks loudly
When he sees strangers

 

Hold Me

Hands brush over
Tired skin
Rushing to hold
Wrapping tight
Cradling close
Whispers of reassurances
The only thing heard