The Poetry Marathon

It’s Been A Year -Epistolary Poem (HR 5)

Hey my beautiful Queen!

Life hasn’t really been quite the same since you the day God called you home

I truly hope on your travels to the pearly gates you saw the beauty of the Universe

Were the stars as bright as I imaged?

Did your soul sail among the galaxies?

Did you run and jump into the arms of our Heavenly Father?

Were you reunited with your Earth father and mother?

Was Daddy waiting there to tell you that he loves you?

I know it was a beautiful family reunion with your sisters and brothers!

We are missing you down here while living in this crazy world

We’re going through a pandemic, racism, everything is in an uproar

But I’m thankful that you are at peace

And that you don’t have any real concerns

Thank you for always loving wholeheartedly

For making sacrifices, for always being selfless

You made me into the woman I am today

And for that I will forever be grateful

Your grandson is doing fine

He misses you more and more each day

You will always be his best friend

Please keep watching over him

Although it’s been hard adjusting to you not being here

And I’ve cried more times than I’ll like to share

I remind myself that I will see you again

I’ll get to hug you and embrace your face

But until that day comes, I’ll keep my head held high

Even when I think of you and cry, I’ll remember you telling me everything will be alright

I will always love you mommy

And I know you will always love me

Rest in Paradise

Love,

Your daughter Ashley

Over Cast Day (Poem #3)

A looked in the sky
A great new phenomenon
The blue sky has turned to GREY
Its misty blue
is no more
just a misty grey now in view.

The ambiance of the misty grey
are like the flowers of smoke
that spread a cross
the untamed sky
what allure of enchantment
that is captured in a
concupiscent of its exotic
aroma that it gives.

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Dear Grandma & Grandpa

Dear Grandma B,

So glad you’re safely tucked in the ground

And don’t have to struggle while we’re cleaning up this mess

You lost your mind just in time while the world was sublime

but what you’d do right I cannot guess

but I bet you’d confess

that you’re glad folks at our address

are eating oatmeal

just like you did when

 

Dear Grandpa B,

I miss all your energy, you eye’s twinkle and your hearty laugh

Why’d you have to make that bike so dense?

Hour 5 Prompt 5 Fairies

There were rainbow fairies that lived in the woods.

At night, they would pick a forest somewhere in the world

and engrave hearts into trees.

Gone before sunrise, they didn’t want to be seen.

People in boats wish under the stars

and can could be heard if they are near a heart engraved tree.

Gold fairy dust emerges and dances above their heads

making their wish come true

in two years and two days.

It’s a secret written in a book

as old as the bible.

A person that has a wish come true

will never meet another person with the same experience.

The fairies are born on spring nights with a full moon.

There is a rumor that one day,

they will be extinct.

In the meantime,

they live for others.

Prompt Five

russet leaves
piled high on the front lawn —
the dog and I play

5. To Seek The Counsel Of Trees

 

I am determined not to cry but to listen.
Even the forest floor has things to tell me.
Debris can be read like tea leaves.
Today the only message is the word “enough”
and a sound like a heartbeat.
I put the word and the beat in my blood,
enough enough enough
and discover that it is.

prompt #5: ekphrastic poem (from picture)

haibun in the time of plague ~

 

fall light fills the dinghy

water burnished gold shimmers

lightfall a road home

 

across the water, autumn sun lays a path I can follow somewhere else, somewhere outside this time of plague & hate & death & grief. at the golden bridge that spans earth & stars & water, light cleanses me. returns me as if reborn, a clear point of light in a sea of sky ~

 

9:00 AM haiku

what is me … or not?
hand washing meditation
bubbly perfection

#4 A Sultry Saturday

With good intentions

Christian ladies set up

Craft tables in the

Church parking lot

 

Below in the cemetery

A family waits to bury Leo

Perhaps a quick look at

Handmade items for sale

 

Beneath blue tent mourners pray

The vault truck idles in view

As the grave digger writes

Yet another poem

5 – Light Falls On Her

As she stands beneath the trees,
Dancing with the sunshine that falls through the leaves,
Facing the north, so that the left side of her body catches golden fire in the evening glow,
I am reminded:

The beauty of light would be lost without shadows

 

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