The Poetry Marathon

A little about me!

Hello! My name is Heather and I have done this poetry marathon once before! Very cool experience.

Poetry is my release. One of…. I don’t believe there are rules to poetry              ( although there are rules for certain types ) write as you feel….. and feel as your write…… looking forward to this challenge. I have been blocked for a long time when it comes to writing…. this should be interesting!

I recently opened up a meditation spa in my area. Very excited about that! I am a Reiki practitioner, hydro therapist ( yoni cleanse) and Bach remedy practitioner.

HAPPY WRITING EVERYONE!

Poem #1

she is (for Ebony)

she is legs in air, upside down
she is warrior queen, heart and smile
she is calm cool voice
breathe in, breathe out
she is always downward facing dog
strong back cobra posed
even breaths in lotus pose
she is sphinx rising
cat-cow up
lifting her head towards heaven
she is a beautiful body
showing us all how to live free

The embroidery of love

She was an embodiment of hope to all men

She could be referred to as a godess as she was gifted with beauty and all men were slaves to her

Her smile had only hopes filled in them, and her eyes had the sparkling gaze of Athena

Her skin was as smooth as silk and she had an overwhelming presence of peace which was so undeniable

But with all these laid a very distasteful and displeasing character

Her tongue knew nothing other than lies, she never bore the truth, as such it was far from her

A curse people call it for being so proud with her beauty and seeing others as inferior to her including enslaving men

Her beauty waned like the leaves during winter and she became an alien in her town

Tears flowed from the sweet and charming eyes of the goddess and it sparkled brightly like diamond

She called on the heavens to have mercy as she has failed them and a condition was to be met before the curse will be broken

They pronounced true love as the only cure for such illness, she had to love and lay with a man who had shown her love beyond all reasonable doubt

She was ostracized from the land and like a glitter of hope she met a man it was like all hope was lost for him but he understood the goddess wailings and decided to instill in her truth

It wasn’t an easy task but he did with such commitment and as he did a bond was created and then nature decided to bless them with love

And on a midnight  he said to himself i may kiss my beloved and if she did reject me then death be on my head for i have taken thy consent

He blessed her lips with a kiss and she enveloped him in her arms and they made love under the peaceful moon where the stars twinkled and the goddess of love removed thy curse and made her whole

And peace and wealth reigned in their home till death came and delivered his blow both at the same time were taken to live together for eternity

May Ellen Ezekiel

it is not every day

one gets to meet a woman like you

perhaps, it is the way

heavens have blessed me to have known you

perhaps, it is your charm and the things you did not do

perhaps, your warmth is in what you did do

hard to lay my hands on why you have to leave your grace

and hobnob with the dregs in their space

rubbing shoulders with them

you gifted them the Sunshine

your gap-toothed smiles light up their day

your voice breaks forth like the sunray

like a stream, you flow freely and emptied your content

they bath in you to their content

they dine

they wine

they smile

like a shy sun, you have sneaked away

and took your Sunshine away.

 

Creepy Crawly Reptile In My House

      “Creepy Crawly Reptile In My House”

I panicked and rushed into the room
And rushed into the room.

When I saw it.

Expecting my house to crush it down

And the wind to take it away.

It was thin,

And as skinny as a chopstick.
Small,

But as scary as the island of dolls.

It looked as straight as a stick

And as hard as a rock.

How can I let it go with a heavy kick?

When I can’t even hold a stick,

In that shivering hands of mine.

It was though a small creature

With similar human nature,

But with scary structure.

It was really an imposture

For lying like a stick.

Only to receive a step

To give a poisonous bite.

 

Influential Woman

Mrs. Piccolo,
Wasn’t famous, though I thought the world knew her though!
Well, my world did,
this lady had a way of loving you and making you believe it!
Her job was to teach, but she connected with each,
we all paid attention at every word she did speak.
We hung on her, like over ripened fruit, trying to hang on, afraid to unroot, afraid of a breakthrough. But she found a way to make sense of life, for you.
Misses Piccolo, she still isn’t famous, not sure if she retired but I surely know this, she went way above and beyond the job for which she was hired!

clouds

when I was four years old
she told me that clouds
were something you can
grab onto and keep

so on afternoons after the first goodbye
I’d go out to the yard, stretch
my little arms up into the gaping blue
to catch the cotton too far to reach

I never forgot
the disappointment on the plane
to -someplaceididntknowyet-
not being able to open the window

and when I first saw her again at the terminal
where families reunited, lovers ran to one another
my bitter silence arrival
met her soft chuckle at my frustration.

sometimes I see you sigh at nothing
or distance when you’re near
–and now when I look up at the sky
I keep my arms at my side

I now know: there are some things you long for
some things you can’t hold.

Hour 1, Not That Plath

Not That Plath

A lesser poet of married name
and borrowed fame,
her glorious, polished words
are filtered through the sieve
of my own leaky mind.
I scratch and claw them forth,
no elegant method here,
seeping from the paper
like the speckling
of tiny red wounds
scraped from itching skin
too hard and fast
by splintered nails,
nervously gnawed ragged.

She, the cold goddess,
encased in the untouchable,
martyred, marble layering
of an early and tragic death,
sealed her children away
from the deadly slumber
with paper and an evening meal,
away from the gaping maw
in which she placed her head.

I, far past an age she never reached,
trudge my stumbling feet,
rub blurred and aging eyes,
shiver through the beginning chill
of each waking day,
and shuffle toward a warmth she could not find,
not even within an open oven’s door.

H1: Influential Female

She prays.

She opens her Bible and finds strength in the page.

And talks face to face with the Maker of Days.

When you have the King’s ear, what can you not change?

 

She’s kind.

Never blurts what she thinks. Takes no bother to whine.

She is humble and gentle. Not idle. Not bleak.

Strength in her quiet; don’t mistake it for weak.

With the King’s Words to back you, what would you seek?

 

And the power she wields, though not weapon or spoke,

Quietly, patiently prays for the folk,

Who smirk and giggle and think God is a joke,

But one day will wake up—and then they’ll be woke!

 

Sej 2020

Hour 1, Prompt 1 – Her Grip

Dead night quiet,

The surrender never reaches daylight.

 

She carries in her meditation

Radiant reflections –

Measured breaths,

And no break in the steady.

 

When she speaks,

Thin lips promise her own secrecy.

Do not expect anything, but a cold whip.