The Poetry Marathon

2 / Caitlin’s Hair

Caitlin’s Hair

 

is a long ladder to her ears,

each rung a wave that follows

 

not what OSHA rules but

its own curvy direction.

 

It is a strawberry red umbrella,

a super-thick invisibility cloak

 

smelling all too wonderful

to hide Caitlin.  Caitlin’s hair

 

is the unhemmed fringe of the world’s

longest pair of jeans

 

walking through the art gallery

in search of Botticelli’s “Birth of Venus”

 

or Renoir’s “Young Girl Combing Her Hair”

or works of the Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood

 

who were the dudes who totally got

Caitlin’s hair.  Some say a little mouse

 

lives in there and hides cheese

under her shirt collars

 

and swings from hoop earrings

when it’s frisky.  It’s a lovely mystery.

 

(based on image prompt from hour 2)

 

Failure

It was only a nap

Just a half hour

That was all I needed

I set an alarm

I couldn’t stay awake

I slept past it

My final poem

Late

Running Water – Hour 21

Running water soothes the soul
replenishes the soil
cleans the spirit
calms the mind

Running water from the rain
feeds the plants
revives the trees
flows deep to cool and ease

Running water in my bath
a deep blue lagoon of blue
Pretending instead
it’s a glistening waterfall running

A Slice of Life

A Slice of Life

 

A knock on my door: Pizza Boy.

Handing me a cheese, he looked down,

Nice jacket. I winked and scrawled

my number on his hand, he held

it to his heart, smiled. I’ll see you

around. I closed the door, not wanting

another tug at my heart. But

it was too late. I let him inside

even when I didn’t want to.

Feeding the Dogs – Hour 20

One pup was just enough
so decided to get two
more one than makes quite a mess
two make lots of poo!

Up with the sun
to feed the young
furry pups that is
or hear their barking sung

Clean up the bits
those darn kibble bits
they go between my toes
giving me a fit

By noon they beg
come on mom
time to go
for another walk in the lawn

Finally a respite tired they are down for a nap I sit myself down to rest
Soon both have stirred and
now sleep in my lap

Stomachs begin to growl
one wakes then the other as well
tussle and play then time to eat
my day ends as it began can you tell?

Belt Buckle

Belt Buckle

 

Shine and see your reflection in the bronze,

flower swirling across your nose as you blink

away the grime in you. Christmas is here.

 

Valentines alone, but you promised you’d stay.

Words left to linger on empty air, waves

float unheard in your ears: I’ll always love you.

I hope…

I hope…

I hope that I get moved into my apartment

before the end of this month

I hope that I get things done

at work before I get kicked out

I hope that I manage to earn my degree

within the next three years

I hope… I hope… I hope…

Disappear

I used to disappear

Characters that would help me

A world that I found better

Kinder

More like the one I wanted to live in

Soft chairs

Piles of books

Hot tea

And understanding partners

I still wish I could disappear

She Iz

God keeps me when I feel I cannot be kept

He loves me when I  feel unlovable

God curbs my appetite when I am ravenous

She lifts me  when I falter

God  iz a cool breeze when the temperature iz scorching

He iz the answer to my unanswerable thoughts

God jumpstarts me when my battery is silenced

She  fills my tank when I am on empty

God restores my soul cuz He iz my all in all

My Garden Hour 19

Within my garden
grow Palms
of every kind
Wizened and old
twisted by time

The stoney path
is lined complete
with moss from
Irish moor and land

Above my head
hang hibiscus’s lush
every color on
every strand

A bench made of
century old cedar
so one can sit
instead of stand