The Poetry Marathon

Hour 6: Prompt 6: Perfection

Wind blowing ever so slightly

the breeze hits my arm

sending a calming sense of satisfaction

through every hair it breaks through.

The sun, just behind the cotton like clouds

never truly peeking out

just there enough for it to be seen.

A light drizzle of rain

enough to bring the joy of Autumn soon to come-

never enough to bring a dampness to the air.

A bluebird gently glides by showing its wings

so proudly yet without force.

This is the day I hope for.

This is the day I crave.

This day-

my own personal perfection.

prompt # 6 Ideal Day

Wake up to the morning light through curtains,

Freshen up

to the sounds of the city

cars honking, skidding to a halt, sirens heard

with the soft cries, a baby asks to eat.

The whiff of coffee is strong to nose —

enough to stay alert.

The sound of a toaster releasing bread.

Next up

a walk around a lake

to feel some coolness among the sticky, wetness of the sun beaming down

with the humidity.

Witnessing egrets, blackbirds, comorants, mallards and geese grazing, sleeping, and looking for food.

By the time night falls,

able to witness the sun setting showering its light across the island

reflecting against the river

bouncing off buildings

of red, orange, yellow colors.

cuddle up with a book and some fragrant tea.

Time to say good night

relax in an air conditioned room away from sticky hot summer day.

 

Hour 6: Perfect Day

Slowly I wake up and stretch

The sun streams in the room

I get out of bed and my

Day begins to bloom

I shuffle into the kitchen for

That cup of humanity

As I wait for it to brew

I inhale the scent of strong coffee.

I shower and get dressed

And make my way outside

With my spouse holding my hand

We wander far and wide.

We talk about our lifelong dreams

Our goals and then we smile

We stop for lunch and continue on

To speak our thoughts with each passing mile.

As the day turns into evening

We make our way to the mountainside

We watch as the brilliant sun sets

We welcome the cool breeze with a sigh.

We smile and take each others hand

And make our way back home.

We settle in for the night time

In our own thoughts we zone.

I change into my sleeping clothes

So comfy, soft and sleek.

I climb back into the cozy bed

Close my eyes, hand resting on my cheek.

An Ideal Day (Hour 6)

An ideal day

I am not alone.
Comfortable companionship.
Low key.
Unstructured.

I laugh.
A lot.
My eyes water.

I cry.
A little.
Tears because I am touched.
Not because I am sad.

Everything fits.
Shoes.
Clothes.
Emotions.

Weather so gentle
that it stays in the background.
Unnoticed.

The day is endless.
No darkness.
No aging.
No death.

hour 4 if i promise to stick around im afraid it will jinx me

i am doing my best these days to live my face kept
still not like poker face like dead-face —word scamper
comes to mind to scamper like a squirrelly squirrel scampers
because I am afraid & i have broken
out my toolbox : all tools
to help keep me alive long longer longest

tools like dog-bff-ash bones
living dogs feather i am now going
to my own church where tree animal element
are my pastors who take me out
to the pasture time and again loyal as my lung
they are the tools in my box the magical
ingredients of spells cast
by candle light
when a pandemic
is raging theres no where to escape
& homespun ritual helps keep me alive

Prompt 6, Hour 6 – Ideals for another time

Light breeze,

hot sun, and the gut feeling,

that life’s just begun.

 

Cold drinks, soothing into the canals,

and eyes wide open – no glare.

 

Warmth and the satisfaction of good company.

No need for anxiety.

Peace of mind, felt in the lightness of the heartbeat.

 

The smell of fresh bread.

The humming noise of the outdoors

seeping through open windows.

 

Paradise Isn’t Just One Site (Prompt 6)

waking up isn’t a struggle,

floating out of my bed to the sound of an overused but melodious whistle,

the pianokeys being struck just right,

paradise and adventures,

all snuggle into my head,

the places where i feel at peace,

coffee served straight from bed in a walking teapot,

a walking cup,

as we sip the coffee afternoon comes and we eat the wines,

dinner is served,

roasted beef served on a silver platter,

if i had a way to spend the day isolated,

earphones in ears,

set my imagination free,

i’ll have conversations with God,

as we float round the earth,

telling Him the secrets i’ve never dared to share

-Ropa

Untitled Fun

Soft breeze

Cooled water

The sip of citrus

A friend’s roaring laughter

The click of the joystick beneath my thumb

As the sunsets

A game night

Poem 4 – Hour 4 – Aymen Zaheer

My late grandma

My lovely grandma, where are you?
Where you hide, your wrinkled face
Hovering here and there, looking for you
Scratching my wounds, couldn’t find trace
Any memory, love, and affiliation
I have nothing along with all facilitation
I still recalled the days of my childhood
When you took me to garden, and remained stood
I really miss you, my source of inspiration
Without you, my heart is throbbing with no sensation

My Worldview

Universality and emotionalize, we are all one entity. Immortalize through written word or songs that we play on over and over again just to hear it more. It is said that greet Death as an old friend but when are we going to see another person as another friend and not just a man and look within to see that we can learn from each other and we can all yearn to be wise men (humankind)