Painful Flow, hour 21

If only the words flowed effortlessly
Flowed liquid inspiration from mind to hand to pen to page
Flowed like molten rage at state of society blindly following latest manufactured anti-mask outrage
Flowed like blood from rubber bullet eye shots
Like blood from innocents shot by corrupt cops

Wish I could stop, focus on the beauty of existence
Instead of oppression and pandemic statistics
Wish the words flowed as happy and inspired
Instead of portraying situations dire

But so it goes

Just wish there was another way to flow

Half Marathon My Hour 7

Getting caught up so I can nap for a couple more hours. Already over half done!

 

Dreamscape 

The dreams I have lost

Make me wonder

What magic have I lost

What thoughts gone

The dreams I hold

Seem so normal

With no magic

With little special

5:00 p. m It is inappropriate to be happy

The reparation of the well took its long time (and costs as rocket),

as a set routine that young man brought her buckets,

paying a polite greeting to her parents and retired;

in such an elegant way that everyone rumored behind.

The parents were unemotionally silent indulged in fussiness,

in her turn she was blossoming unseen in her loneliness,

but happy that no one dared to disturb her dreams to fly…

one day her sister came back…marriage vessel said ” goodbye”

School

A school is not a building but a community

Stitched together with hundreds of hearts and minds

All working to the same ends at the same time

A unique combination of energy and souls

That doesn’t exist anywhere else in the world

And will never exist again –

Not that exact combination – not exactly the same.

A school is not somewhere you can visit

It is a living breathing entity

Evolving through change

A school is a moment

A collection

A force

A community

And no fire or plague can finish it

No global crisis can diminish it.

21 – We Are All One

I have love to offer.

Don’t push me aside

because our gods have different names.

 

I have healing to share.

Don’t ignore me

because I call to god with a different tone.

 

I have messages to tell.

Don’t turn away

because you don’t know everything in your book.

 

I have friendship and unity,

communion and fellowship to give.

Don’t reject me because I do not walk through

the same door as you on Sunday.

 

Elizabeth Fellows

6/27/2020, 11pm

hour 21 poem

Lizards and Snakes

Lizards everywhere crawling all over..

Rattlesnakes in yard thriving everywhere.

Gila monsters not geckos stop over.

Scarlet racers stop hostile takeover.

 

Herpetologist study both to know.

Knowledge to prevent unintended woe.

Reptiles are all right content to just live.

People are the ones busy contriving.

The River of Life

The River of Life

Rivers bending like jutting roots
cattails lining the bank in shoots
Water wears on stone
lay beneath unknown.
the gravestone
soul en route.

 

 

Hour 21; Prompt 21: Sleeeeeeeeeeeep….

Soft cool sheets
Firm mattress
Pillows, cool and comforting
Ahh
Sleep
How you tease
How I succumb
If only for a minute or two
20, last time

I shall have you
And you, me
The world will have to do without me
After this

Goodnight, Sweetheart

“Are you still awake, darling?”

“Yes, of course. Three more to go.”

“Do you want coffee or a cup of tea?”

“No… If I do, I’ll just stay up all morning and I won’t get any good sleep.”

“Do you want me to stay up with you?”

I looked up from the laptop and stared at him, startled and stunned.
“You… would do that?”

It was his turn to start. “Well, yes. Of course,” he paused. (I love that look in his eyes…!) “Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I do.”

Dear Ashley, (HR 21)