The Poetry Marathon

God Sign

I hang my head with sadness
Weighted heavy with contemplation
I go for a meditative walk
Head down
Eyes to the ground
One crunch
Two crunch
Three crunch
Noticing,
But really distracted
But let’s say noticing
Above
A limb
Communicating
A heart shaped center
Once again, it’s Divine Creator
Grateful for the God sign
The tangibles littered upon my path
No drama of a burning bush
Subtle Divinely placed treasures
Heart shaped rocks,
Heart shaped flowers,
Heart shaped fruit

The Whispers (Hour 5 Prompt 5)

Seeking the whispers of the wind,  I stretch beneath the trees.

The day is still, the leaves don’t move,

The tree branches lift high up to the sky.

The birds tweet their melodies, songs glorious to the ear.

A car moves its way on distant street,

A dog barks as it goes by.

The sun warms my skin, my eyes drift close,

A relaxing summer day.

No secrets whispered through the air,

Though it was fun to try.

 

A Fallen leaf

Leaves fall like
broken joy,
from her beloved tree.
Pain is felt by both
the dying leaf,falling free
and lonely tree.

#2 Covered

The Lone Ranger

wore a mask

to cover his eyes

shelter his identity

 

Inevitably he would holler

Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!

Which no doubt caused

folks to notice

 

Bank robbers wear masks

to conceal their faces

though the guns quickly

indicate who they are

 

Trick or Treaters hide

behind chosen costumes

threatening at your door

for free sweet bounty

 

The Klan wore white hoods

announcing their intention

conveying fear and danger

to this day it still works

 

At the grocery store

unable to enjoy breathing

I wear a mask as it is

a matter of life and death

Hour 5: Prompt 5: Serenity

Calm

like the cat 

who finally decides to stop chasing the prey;

the dog

who finally uncovers his lost bone

only to realize he saved it for this special day;

the turtle

who stops swimming

to enjoy the crashing sounds

of the emotions held within the sea-

the peaceful water he craves

finally learning;

Serenity is within-

a never ending companion 

that just longs to be chosen.

hour 5 Poem 5

Travel through my layers to get to my heart 
It is there waiting for the right person to peel away my bark 
wishing I could reveal my soul as so many easily do 
but alas my layers protect what is left to be true

Twist & Shout

I’m okay with it, at least that’s the story

i’m committed to writing. i’ve made peace with whatever is to become of me, of us, of the entire planet.

that’s why you won’t see me twist or hear me shout, at least

not in the context in which i used to.

because i’ve had my fill of twists. at this point, i’ve done it more than all the pretzels in the world combined. and i’ve shouted more times than

can be recorded in human history. and you know where it’s gotten me? absolutely

nowhere. your car is still on fire and the extinguisher is nowhere to be found. the quicksand continues to pull you

down and there are no branches in sight.

you’re buried alive and all shovels have ceased to exist.

good thing you come with a handle

Prompt #2- Recipe for Fear

Ingredients:

One disabled car

1 cup dark stormy night

1 cup deserted road

1 dozen extra large unknown sounds

Mix well with at least 1 cup raw fear.

Let sit for sixty minutes. Bake 12 – 14 minutes or until fear rises to the top.

Body

 

BODY

________________________

Collection of bones and sinew

Star stuff and muscle memory

Billions of breaths forgotten

Heaved and sighed without witness

As my twin lungs carry me

Some etch on the panes of memory

Leave the silvered shadow of their image

For sunlight to decipher and time’s haze to trace

The sigh of baby’s sister’s downy scent

The lost scream of brother’s loss

The warmth of love’s first shared inhale

The ocean’s welcome on breezes before sight

The stillness of silence in woods growing dark

The attention paid as this poem is born

Inspiration woven in words

Expiration sets it sail into the world

 

The High Blue Sea (Sonnet 15)

Now sailing on a white sea above thou

Knowing I can only be farther still

As I look to see what is not there now,

I wonder how long ‘til life my sight fill.

Giver of life in one form do I rest,

And here rest souls with end of life do hold.

To thou, I say, as in thy grounded nest:

I wish thou art here in this place of gold,

So this amazement I feel thou will feel

And then no longer will ye be away.

Oh please, be here, so my heart can be sealed

From the search of thee that caused me such fray.

But when I return to the high blue sea

I know I shall be on my way to thee.

1:00 PM Poem

Elizabeth Wingert