The Poetry Marathon

Hour 2: An accident

A little girl ran out to her garden
The wide range of colors that Nature spread fascinated her
Smelling the fragrance she caressed them
Goose bump their velvety touch created on her tender skin
She closed her eyes and savored the warm feeling
Suddenly a rough gloves hand covered her mouth
And dragged her to the bushes
He stripped and raped her and ran away
Whimpering the bleeding child ran to her mother
And cried, “mom, I just had an accident”

Redacted version
A little girl ran out to her garden
The that Nature spread fascinated her
Smelling the fragrance she caressed them
Goose bumps their velvety touch created on her tender skin
She closed her eyes and savored the warm feeling
Suddenly a rough hand covered her mouth
And dragged her to the bushes
He ran away
Whimpering the bleeding child ran to her mother

Hour Fourteen: Barriers

No worries about

The wall with the window

To nowhere

Too smooth to climb

Too wide to get over

Too boring for temptation

Who is it keeping out?

Who is it keeping in?

 

The highway barrier

A slab of unmovable concrete

Tough enough

To protect and restrain

A piece of peace

To rest upon

 

The hoodie to hide behind

For keeping secrets

For keeping myself unknown

To burrow under for respite

To frighten unfriendlies

Who get too close for comfort

Rachnoc haiku 14 hour 14

Earth worn depths tremble.
Vigour fueled,two soul meat,
Spreads out horned star gaze.

CATFISH – #14

Bottom (REDACTED) aims high

Aiming too low

Patsy quickly diminishes her (REDACTED)

He’s not slow in (REDACTED) forward

Firm love set in phone’s fantasy

He (REDACTED) closer in time

But it’s (REDACTED) imaginary on the line.

Unheard

Sitting in the living room
Listening about your day
Giving my best advice
And words of comfort
A lull in conversation
I begin to speak
Sharing about my day
But you don’t seem to hear me
I stop mid sentence
Wondering if you will notice
My silence
You don’t

Winter’s Reaper – Hour 14

Macabre, Death’s flights of fancy grow still.

Still, the cold hands of a Reaper’s winter.

Longing, the embrace of eternity I offer.

Pulsating, my expired and absolute heart.

Captivated, our embrace in Eternity’s journey and demise.

Hour 10

Hour 10

 

Quietly sipping my warm tea

As voices fade in and out of hearing

As music plays just loud enough 

To hear the words of my favorite song

And I let the warmth and calm take me

Keep me in this space of love

Hour 14 – A World Without Verbs

A world without verbs
[] a world where
I [] not [] able to []
what I []
and []
what I []
and it [] a world of confusion,
misunderstanding,
and possibly, division.

Language [] togetherness,
but only among those who [] it.
So in a world without verbs
when all of us [] different “languages”,
how will we []?
A world without verbs
[] indeed a lonely place.

Unless we can learn from the above,
and the pain that one must feel reading through it.
Learn to transcend the boundaries of
language and culture.
Learn not to other,
so we can never feel othered.
A single people, bound solely by humanity.

“Rough Diamond Under Construction”

Hour Fourteen

Ekphrastic

Screw class. Love is more important.

But I need cash.

Constructing our lives together by looking into a construction site through a diamond cut hole?

I watch buildings rise. What concrete? What mortar? What do I use as beams, without a foundation?

I’ll go to class, looks like just missed first period.

As my grandpa said, “Assess, reassess and aim high.”

I’m sitting at a construction site, watching a building rise through a diamond cut hole.

Where am I going? How do I rise up? Not by sitting on the outside. Building nothing of myself out here.

Aim high, school. DMW

Prompt 14

Disempowered and ignored

Misunderstood and disrespected

you don’t want help

nothing good will come from this

phone addiction reframes self talk

slightly lifting a drop in energy

affecting mood and feelings

turning nervousness into confessions

should you try to see yourself through the lens of others