The Poetry Marathon

Season of Spice – Hour 7, Prompt 7

Look, here comes a rumor
full of flavor and oh my!
There’s another little story soaring by.
Here comes a tale that’s sordid,
tart, and full of tricky things
I’m so lucky to have plucked its tiny wings.

Rumors are the Spice of life
Causing stress and Causing strife
And it seems that ’tis the season
For all to be told (within reason)
I’m ready for the flavor,
I’m ready for the spice.

Boy, howdy, here’s a concept
He said, she said, none of it’s true
What’s a poor rumormonger to do?
Give up? Not a chance, there’s always something just…
Make something up and hope that it sticks
Flavor the town with spicy tricks

Rumors are the Spice of life
Under duress and under the knife
And it seems that ’tis the season
For all to be told (without a reason)
I’m ready for the flavor,
I’m ready for the spice.

How ’bout something no one’s never heard!
Lies are alright if nobody’s hurt
Hey did you know? Becky stole her shirt!
(Becky and I know that’s not true, but the rumor’s been spread!)
Faster than lightning, faster than twice
Suddenly Becky’s job is on thin ice! (Whoops!)

Rumors are the Spice of life
Just don’t get caught; it feels nice
To spread rumors during the season
Where all is told, including treason
We’ve got all the flavor
We’ve got all the spice.
All for just doing
Something not nice.
Rumors are the Spice of life.

Poem #7, Season of The Comeback, RedStar

I was knocked down but not out,

it was a round, not the bout.

I regained my vision,

wiped the blood from my mouth.

My heart was still pumping,

My lungs breathing strong,

I got up to my feet,

determined to win.

My opponent came at me,

with their usual tricks,

but this time I ducked,

and dodged all of their kicks.

Into the last round,

my opponent now weak,

I landed my shot,

and knocked him dead off his feet.

 

Season of Guidance

There is always time

Do not give in so quickly

Believe in your choice

Season of the Toddler – Hour 7 Prompt

It was the best of times
Short person knee hugs
Sloppy peanut butter kisses
and giggles
But then…..
A storm and flood of emotions
A tantrum
Waves of wailing and tears
Angry thrashing and toys strewn about
In the middle of the violent storm
Momentary calm as the eye appeared overhead
But then, the backside of the eye wall appeared
And raged
Strongly filled with screaming, screeching and anger
Seconds seemed like hours
Minutes like days
But then, as soon as the storm formed, it passed
Sanity restored
A wrath of cluttered damage lay strewn
But the toddler’s category 5 level of upset
Returned once more
To knee hugs, peanut butter kisses and giggles
Until the warm emotional waters churn
The next Big One

Distance

Distance, not mere word
kills me like sword.
Feelings desire for him
needs want him
craves search him,
at last its only dark and grim.

The roses, deep in my pages
finds him missing
the way he is kissing.
Distance remains the same
stupid, quiet and lame.

Eyes and pain goes alone in bed
making me more of red and red.
Stars and night claim him
distance says,
dusk and dawn are never one
and I sleep alone as there is no one.

Words appear on letter
making sort of better.
He comes like heaven
distance become wild,
later to nothing
at last she meets her everything.

The season of lone parenting

Its hard, to participate everyday.
I show up for work though, even when things get rough. I’m here still providing, caring, cooking through it all.
Parenting is bravery
It’s coming to battle without a shield
It’s exhausting
It’s worrisome
It’s rewarding in increments
It’s disheartening in the spaces in between
It’s knowing that you are all your kids have
So remember to love them
even in moments of despair

one day they will grow up, and this lone parenting season will seem over until it ends for certain.

The Season of Fall (Hour 7 Prompt 7)

College football, back to school, pumpkin spice for those who crave.

The reds, the oranges, the golden yellow, the changing of the leaves.

Art displayed in nature with the fall’s grand tapestry.

Hayrides, Halloween costumes, laughter up and down the street,

Children chasing for their candy delights, living life simple and sweet.

Cool crisp air replaces the sultry stifling summer days.

Wrapping with Thanksgiving a time to count blessings big and small,

One cannot help but love, the great season of the fall.

#6. Shore Break

I hear the music of the waves
Crash roll blooms of sound
The wind it whips my hair around
the sun is beating down.
The sky is clear and blue and sharp
I toss my shoes aside
Beneath my toes the sand swims through
So warm and soft inside.

Birds dance their choreography
an elegant display
their timing is impeccable
the wind the waves they play.
I find a rock so shimmering
I hold it in my hand.
My pockets are full
with beauty found in sand.
Would I could I stay forever
breathing salt and sea and sky
Always near the ocean
Watching breakers fly.

Ideal Day

The sun rises painting as it comes into view,

pinks and oranges announces its coming.

A breeze stirs all shades of green leaves into quivering dances.

I breathe it all in.

My children come loping down the stairs,

Saturday!  Time to play!

They grab their bikes up before breakfast and take off for grand adventures.

I breathe it all in.

My husband brings the coffee,

He sits beside me smiling,  “this is the life” he says,

There seems to be nothing wrong in the whole world looking from our point of view.

I breathe it all in.

I grab a pen and the coffee seems to have stirred my soul,

Or was it my husbands hand on mine?  Or the children laughing?

Either way I feel the writer in me live.

I set the pen to page and let out the breath.

Then read it back and breathe it all in again.

Daddy’s Fixing a Pocketknife

Daddy’s Fixing a Pocketknife

 

He stands in the kitchen and twists

the screw that holds the blade in place.

He hunches over, the glasses

that magnify firmly on nose,

and drives it as delicately

as a dancer. His hand pliés

and pirouettes near the blade

never losing balance. He stops,

looks at me, and sighs, wanting to teach

me a dance I never want to learn.