Just Before Dawn-Hour 3

My senses

Overloaded by this dark night

Dawn approaching

I can smell it in the sea air

The sweet sounds of quiet

The sweet air of isolation

The birds haven’t woken up yet

The world is still waiting for it’s alarms

I sit transfixed

The dark night sculpted

By a maker I will never understand

For a purpose that awaits me

The Silence whispers

The Quiet sooths

Motionless

Awaiting daylight’s resplendence

and it’s quieting

This crescendo of silence

The Bop, My Lovers Perfection(Prompt 3)

She was perfect,

And i drowned,

I couldn’t swim,

In my mind i could see that she,

Was the best thing to ever happen to happen to me but as soon as i moved close enough to say hi,

I choked

 

She was perfection,

Yes bro a take one didn’t go well,

Take two in progression,

Taking steps to go talk to the girl at the other side of the shop,

I felt like a military strategist, the way i walked, hoping this time,

This time i talk,

Two metres and approaching my target,

A bright faced woman, it looks like her mom appears from nowhere,

 

She was perfection

I could have, should have said hi,

At least wave,

But i compassed myself half circle strong footed out of the store,

I could have, should have,

She would have been mine, hopefully

-Ropa

2020 Hour 1: The Unnamed Heroine

 

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Fame and heroism, two different coins, rarely the same.

Freckled skin, golden bracelets, a loving touch.

Always my hero, but your fame lay hidden.
When one soul left, hundreds came forth.

A hero is never hidden for long,

in the stories we tell,

in the stories we hear,

your soul is discovered.

Forever, my hero.

 

Hour 3: Seven Seconds

My life before my eyes

it just takes it 7 seconds to flash by

to completely tell the story

of I who existed at some point of time…

 

A second for the lost childhood

spent in a broken home

Another for the love that

was doomed from the start

 

One second was enough

to cover all that I loved

Books and poems and childish games

were still a majority

 

The fourth came and went

with memories of a distant dream

It was bound to be abandoned

Family responsibilities

 

One more second and I knew

It was full of the so called regrets

Then why was it the only happy one

I don’t think anyone can answer it

 

Then it passed and along came

another one, of time with you

For a second, it seemed even shorter

yet somehow longer than eternity

 

And now here it is the last one 

and it has only an incomplete picture

A poem that never saw the light

of the day… was this my life?

Winter

Like a quiet snowfall in the night
nature is hushed and covered
quiet
blanket
white
while crystal clear icicles hang
dripping from eaves
slowly
in the December sun.

Do I dare disturb the unmarked beauty
with the dirtiness of my steps?

Must I venture out to leave my mark on the world?

Or shall I just sit and watch
for once

Just enjoy the beauty
someone else left for all of us to enjoy
before another fleeting day
melts it all away?

Prompt Three (3): I’ve Got Problems [Hour 3]

I’ve Got Problems

What the virus brought to me…

It brought more complaints;
Get a job! A real job!
Wait, I am high risk for the virus…
And I do have a job, it just doesn’t pay!
I’ve got problems!

What made you think I wanted that…

A real job. What’s that?

What I do is real, just artsy.

Some make thousands, some make millions…

Some make none …

It does not denote lack of talent;

A lack of money, indeed!

I’ve got problems!

 

And now the virus has brought me…

A surprising answer;

A stipend, for us in the arts…

Strangely, the virus brought me a lot;

I have worked hard for it …

I’ve got a solution!

 

Note: Not sure this is correct. And not my favorite, if I get an idea later, may try another. Anyway, through it all. I received, finally, unemployment for the first time in years! I have had not had a regular job in years — and just a worked on my own. Sometimes making a few bucks, not even enough to have to file taxes. And this virus, luckily for people like me . . . and pretty much the only good thing about such an terrible illness … is giving unemployment to us “gig workers” in the arts. Still waiting for my stimulus check, though.

All For Me

This is my third year doing the marathon. The marathons of 2017 and 2019, though, had a core focus. This year, however, those focuses have melted away, leaving nothing behind. And as I sat and wondered what in the world was going to be my muse, I realized something. This year, it’s all for me. I’m my own muse. It’s my turn. My turn to work through who I am, my turn to find out who I am, my turn to really soar and churn in my heart all the things that need to be churned. This year, this marathon is all for the jumbled mess that is me — no outside influences needed. 2020 isn’t the year of the other people in my life, 2020 is the year for me. So here goes nothing.

 

God speed and Gd bless. We all got this, together. One poet to another.

our 3 poem

Alone

Today like yesterday I was alone

Day after day

Again just

Me

 

Groan

Is there

Change coming

To ease my heart

Will someone come into my life today?

Recipe for Disaster – Prompt 2

1) Lack of self love 2) Alcohol 3) Jealousy 4) Bad Decisions 5) Lack of Communication

 

I address the mirror for the sixth time today

“Not that lipstick

Use another lipstick”

I scrub till my lips feel raw.

Then take a shot.

 

“I can see your stomach

Through your shirt.

You ate too much bread.”

What were you thinking?

I change again

and take a shot.

 

“It would be better if you looked like her

blonde hair, so tall so thin.

All the thing’s you’re not.”

 

I think I’ll stay in.

Do another shot.

then 1 more shot.

then 1 more shot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Somehow I made it

I tried to stay silent.

I tried to be defiant.

Nothing seemed to work.

I tried to fix things.

I felt them lurk.

You could hear sings.

The mindset changed.

I became numb.

It became manged.

It was overall dumb.

 

I made it out.

I did a different route.