Hour 6
Toes in the sand
waves crashing into the sea
warm sun
slight breeze
children playing
splashing
a strawberry basil popsicle
cold and sweet
falling asleep in your arms
warm and safe
Morning
Filtered light rays dancing on my eye lids
Scent of cinnamon in the air
Warmth surrounds me
Kick to the side a cool spot like a bubbling spring
Coffee to shake me awake
Silence
Empty room
Empty mind
Sans noise
Sans sight
Energy bursts through the room flittering the curtains
Like butterfly wings
The Perfect Day
Sun shines with a gentle breeze.
Laughing at dumb jokes so childish.
No rain, or grumpy moods.
Sipping cold drinks while light out, and hot drinks when it is cold, dark out.
Quiet all around with thoughts of dreams that are not nightmares.
Ah, such a perfect day to enjoy and be part of.
Hour 5: image poem
You float in stars
beneath stars
poised on a still lake
composed all of one moment
alone.
Would I be able to
ride that stillness with you
and hold stars within reach
yet not grasp them?
can I hold a light steady
for whatever the next
moment may hold
yet not search for
the light that answers
across the still lake of stars?
Prompt 5 Dear Mom
Dear Mom,
It has been—
Only last January?
February?
I am glad you are gone.
And, I’m sad, too.
It has been—
A short, long while?
A long, short while?
When we celebrated—
The memories of You.
I am glad you’re gone.
Death ends suffering!
Death— makes suffering?
I am missing you, thou—
Your 95 years are through.
Writing to you to let you know—
I’ll never forget all you’ve done.
Will you remember all we’ve done?
Sincerely and with all my love.
I bid you this adieu.
Your son,
William
A Lonely Shepherd Part 2
A lonely shepherd I maybe, looking after the skies and seas. Seeking the girl that is right for me. After seeking and searching, maybe the right person for me is in front of me.
CROSSING OVER
CROSSING OVER
They didn’t say that lake was too dangerous,
the currents too strong, the winds
too unpredictable for a solo rowboat.
They didn’t see the darkened sky —
how the stars mesmerized, the milky way
a vast river where mind could disappear.
They didn’t say, Don’t go just yet.
We’re not ready.
I said I own that boat,
my oars strong and sturdy.
I said I saw that river of stars;
that feverish twinkling,
I will cross that lake,
follow that river.
I am rowing now..
Two Days Before
24 poems “The Dinner Party”
Two Days Before
Is this quell
before the storm so veritable
scratching my head
in that pause, invariably
most dishes, too soon now
but I must keep going
the clock is ticking
so I must confirm where I’m going
Tempted to same those prunes deluxe
and saute the chicken
and add some seasoning
with a secret spice, not chicken
It just occurred to me
do I have enough matching plates
forks, spoons and knives
for an ideal setting to plate
People might have to use one glass
for a couple of drinks I declare
as their dignity begins to decline
the formality no need to declare
DeaBeePea 6-27-20
Sycamores
Yellowed leaves dance in mournful fashion
on sycamore branches that reach the sky.
Lost in a canopy, an intricate pattern of leaf and stick
towering high above.
Soon all the branches will be bare, stark
A brutal truth that comes for us all
and a reminder of greatness for those who
dare to grow beyond.
A Lonely Shepherd
A lonely shepherd I maybe, looking after fields of green. Seeking the person that is right for me. Maybe, around the corner they might be waiting for the chances to show and be seen