hour 9 poem
Cats
They start as kittens
Cute as could be
Then they grow up
Cuteness flees
Hour 9 – 2020, H.J ©️ (Prompted).
I watch the firefly zoom along the treeline;
And become inspired,
To drop my mask.
Change happens fast –
And I welcome it;
May it nourish me,
Like the milk in a bottle,
of a babe’s New Beginning.
Escaped
Cottage doors slam behind
A firefly lit treeline illuminates the cobblestones
My bottle of whiskey transported to my belly
Warm, a strange warm
Absent flames give off no heat
I can still taste the damp porridge she tried to feed me
Lethargy settles in me
Zooming through the trunks, trying to find my way
If only she hadn’t taken off her mask
Rain and Sun (Diamanté)
Rain
clear and blue
sad, wet, slow-moving skies
but the light is always there
glowing leaves, happy, open
yellow and white
Sun
5:00 PM Poem
Elizabeth Wingert
The Latest News and the Bell
24 poems: “The Dinner Party”
The Latest News and the Bell
everyone standing
a drink in hand
one with green tea
I dare not take a stand
so many stories
some I might call gossip
but it’s always important
some almost shocking, Gosh!… sip
This is very good wine
who bought it, someone asks
it was I, a well-heard voice replies
which one is that I ask
there is talk of local politics
some regarding south of the border chaos too
that could go on for quite a while
but lo and behold, there’s Covid-19 too
there is solicitude in the air
an omen of immediacy
and a voice, trying to sound like a bell
]You may all take your seats, immediately
DeaBeePea 6-27-20
Hour 8 – but again
I just wanna go home..but again I don’t.
I just wanna go back
To the black, to the fade.
To the burnt sand shade.
I just wanna stand up and walk
Like yesterday.
But again, today, I don’t.
Poem #8: Dissecting Emojis
What’s trending?
A tidal wave of emotions.
Expressed with a quick push of a button.
Repeat. Delete. Tell a story.
I contemplate the ones I most frequently use…
Champagne flutes, red wine, beer mugs,
Cake, coffee, salsa dancing.
Surfers and palm beaches and my home in L.A.
What do they say about me?
I scroll through the screens. Which ones do I never use?
I like laughter, I like happiness, I like fun. And my usage says that.
Doesn’t it?
Summer Night
Firefly
Zoom
at tree line
Avoiding the heat
Of the bottle
Beloved (Brandy Goodman Poem #9)
Beloved (Brandy Goodman Poem #9)
I would have to say you were my first love.
You were there for me through everything.
Through happiness and heartache
And all the joy a child brings.
But mostly you were there
When times for me were tough.
When it was me against the world
Or I had simply had enough.
You held my hand and eased my pain
You dried each tear that would fall.
You helped me hold my head up high
You were there for me through it all.
But day by day I find myself
Pulling further away from you
And even though I see it happening
I’m not sure what to do.
I’m depressed and I’m angry
But it’s too hard for me to turn your way.
How do I find my way back
To turning to you every day?
It’s not as if you let me down
Or in some way did me wrong.
I just feel disconnected from you
Like with you I no longer belong.
All desire to be with you
Has eroded slowly over time.
It seems like it’s been forever
Since you were really mine.
Whatever happened in the past
We must move forward to see
The bright future you and I share
Because I can’t live without you, my beloved poetry.
8) Deadlines
I gave him a deadline. Count down.
her too.
But there was so much to say.
New digs.
Moving out,
moving in.
He had ice cream stories to share,
her site visits.
And I lay on the bed,
in the green of the night
trees swaying to the whack
of the late June rain.
He talks of his ice cream glove,
all the better to grip his Ben & Jerry’s.
She talks of donuts from
her local coffee shop,
meanwhile I’m working to deadline,
writing lines,
grabbing images,
writer talk.
Knowing tomorrow
we’ll catch up
Boston to Mayo.
Mother daughter
yaps
giggles
and yes, writing talk
with my fellow writer.