Hour 16
1 cup cocoa
5 cups blankets
6 cups Hallmark movies
10 cups love
The recipe for a perfect evening
The cleansing (Hour 15)
Open the doors,
come on,
step outside.
Nothing can hurt you,
droplets of water,
shower of the rain,
you get drenched in it,
heal the pain.
The water reaches your soul,
fills you up again,
with love and hope,
everything will be well again.
Till then,
dance in the rain.
Shit
Given the cost of freedom
I’mma stay right here
Leave the hard hits
for someone fresh
I’ve taken enough for this lifetime
12 AM – I Identify as a Problem to Protect the Ones I Love
Depending on someone,
I simply refuse.
Each time I have,
results in a case of the blues.
Watching you go through the same,
I long to raise your bar.
You deserve a better hand this game,
one worthy of who you are.
If I could take the punch and
absorb all the pain,
my rage would crash down,
pelting anyone taking advantage with rain.
I’d be the hail,
every boom in a thunderstorm.
If it meant they’d treat you well
I’d be your shelter from all harm.
*** Not finished with this. Will revise later. ***
Prompt for Hour Sixteen
Text Prompt
Write a poem that is pretending to be something else, a set of instructions, a recipe, an letter, a news report, etc.
(Why yes, this prompt was inspired by This is Just to Say, which is a poem pretending to be an apology)
Image Prompt
Photo by Clark Van Der Beken
Out of Practice
I haven’t written
any poetry
for so long
due to life
and all
it’s hap’nins.
But I am
hoping
now to
get back
to it, and
get plenty
more practice.
I do love
writing poetry
especially
when time
permits.
so I can
try and
write my
words
perfect.
I thank
you for
this opportunity.
I feel
once again
like writing
my poetry.
Hour 15 image prompt -Cutie Cup
Sometimes work is hard
And leaves you drained so deep
That all you can do
Is go home and sleep
Sometimes work is easy
And you take it sleazy
Feeling all breezy
And those moment can be balanced
And captured in whimsy
Magic moments like this cup upon the head
Hour 15: Today is the Day
I woke up in the morning to the smell of fresh scones and coffee.
Rhea was still asleep.
I snuck out.
Today was a big day, and I needed some fuel.
My aunt was in the kitchen with my mom.
“Are you ready?” they said,
smiling sneakily from ear to ear.
But before I could respond their expressions changed drastically.
Flutters of nervousness, slowly settling into a poker face.
“Morning, Rhea” they said.
I turned around, warned.
Rhea was sleepy, still in her PJs,
and desperately in need of a cup of coffee.
But I noticed none of that today.
Today was about bigger things.
Later, as Rhea got ready, my family gathered around her, underplaying things.
“Oh don’t wear that dress, it’s a really casual lunch, and we’re going to the beach after.”
“Hmm,” Rhea said, her face wrinkling up as she thought.
“But we’re still going to a winery right? I think it’ll be nice to dress up a bit.”
“As you wish,” I said, with the calmest, truest smile I could muster.
But inside, my heart was thudding.
Did she know? Was she in on my secret plan?
A sharp cry interrupted my inner monologue.
I rushed out, and my grandmother’s hand was stuck in the car door.
As we got it out, she wailed in pain, tears streaming down her face.
I had never seen her so frazzled before.
As all of us gathered around her with a mix of ice and ointments and the like,
someone suggested taking her to the hospital.
My heart, which at this point was ready to burst out of my ribcage,
Sank down low.
Today was not going as planned.
Then magically, in the matter of a few minutes, my grandmother’s pain subsided.
“No let’s go to the winery,” my mom said. My grandmother nodded, so did my aunt,
so did the rest of my family.
They were ready, and now I had to be.
In the car ride to the winery, I tried my best to calm down.
My mom had the bags of stuff, Rhea’s family had been informed,
and my grandmother was feeling back to normal.
Everything was under control.
Yet I felt slightly unsettled.
Would things be ok?
Was my grandma really ok, or was she just saying so for my happiness?
What else could go wrong?
Would today really be the day?
Then I looked at Rhea, sitting to my side, and I instantly felt relief.
It was just her, and it was just me.
We would figure this out.
I gripped her hand, rubbed it a few times, and smiled at her.
She smiled back, the slightest flicker of curiosity in her eyes.
I once again got the sense that she knew.
But before I could think any more, we were at the winery.
We did one photo under the trellis, with the vines in the backyard.
And then it was time.
It was time for today.
As I went down on my knee, I saw Rhea’s eyes shine with surprise and delight.
In her happiness was mine.
As I said the words I had rehearsed so meticulously,
asking her to be one with me,
all anxiety and hesitation vanished,
and everything flowed naturally,
as it should.
Today felt right.
Me had become we.
And with her and me together, I knew we could handle anything.