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
hour 12
write a poem that feels like a dream
flashing blue lights don’t make my pulse pick up
or my shoulders tighten
or the possibility of my life
flicker in and out
flashing blue lights are just that:
alternating hues of brightness
a color between green and indigo
electromagnetic waves bouncing off retinas
Sisters Beside Us
From birth we age
in labored groan –
from youth to sage,
from babe to crone.
Sisters beside us,
women are never alone,
from ashes to ashes,
to dust and bone.
#3: Motherhood is just another day
#3: Motherhood is just another day
Ah!
A shriek from the other room. What the hell was that?
I run in, soapy spatula still in hand from doing the dishes. I scan the room quickly for where my kids are this minute.
Oh, of course. My child is testing the limits of physics!
What are you doing? Are you okay?
They giggle and laugh. Likely thinking I’m insane.
Why is mom so worried? Doesn’t she know we just like to play?
Oh, the innocence of children. All fun and games. Their injuries only hurting for a second until they’re back up and onto the next thing.
I shake my head and go back to the dishes. Listening to them laughing while I carry on with getting through the next few minutes.
Hour Ten
Redaction
The choice to censor myself
Is not one that I want to make,
Redaction is not for the likes
Of poets like me.
I perfer to spill my verse
More honestly…
Without the markers
Cross to hide the dream
I want to speak.
Hour 14, Poem 17
When you spend time outside
You realize you are a hypocrite
You say one thing
Believe in other
You say something to one
Something else to another
Your actions do not match your words
Nor your words match your thoughts
Man, what a bigot!
Taking a Break
My head keeps falling on my keyboard, so I have no choice but to sleep a bit. Will catch up when I wake up at 10 am (It’s now almost 5 am). See you soon!
Ant