Hour 24 KIWI
Kiwi??
A fruit
A bird
Both neither
A word
Or one big mystery
Almost there…
I got ahead of myself somewhere. No idea where. But I guess it’s easily done when you’re distracted, a little drunk, and sleep deprived.
But I’m back on track for the final hour.
Will try to go out with a bang.
To the Park
Outside! Let’s go up the hill to the park
We’ll grab the gear, put on our shoes
Let’s start
To play
Today not promised nor timed, let’s run in the wind and jump to the rhymes
1 the sun is out and shining
2 the breeze is blowing cool
3 the birds sing in the trees
4 blue water at the pool
5 inside there are too many rules
Outside! Let’s go up the hill to the park
We know the way
We follow our hearts
Oh if this way everyday we could end and start. At least in my mind every time reminisce on this part of youth.
Prompt 30, Hour 24
You made it (almost)! Congratulations! Hooray! Now just one more poem to write.
For the final prompt I want you to write a poem with the title of an 70’s or 80’s – pop rock anthem. For example We Are The Champions, Eye of The Tiger, Don’t Stop Beliven’.
11. Blue Clouds
Blue
Blue clouds can be in reverse of white or gray.
They come after rainbow clouds, and do not stay.
An iridescence, a solar halo with ice crystals and water droplets that diffract the sun’s light.
Flying higher than any man-made kite.
Blue clouds are dreams deferred, like Langston Hughes’ poem.
Blue clouds are definitely something elusive we can “show’em”.
They are no longer imaginary, they are more like blue moons in the sky.
Two full moons in one month are the distant relatives of blue clouds who can often appear shy.
Blue clouds are saved up dreams come to life and fears rolled into one.
Blue clouds are filled with all the hues of the oceans, rivers, seas, lakes and sun.
They include every spectrum of the sky, from the early morning sliver grey that comes hours before the break of blue begins to mature into day.
Long before it melts into the time of day between light and dark.
It is made up of the twilight that illuminates the sky line like roman glass with its soft pastel hues.
Deepening into jewel tones that appear after sunsets turn into midnight black that cover the the night the sky in the darkest shades of blackberry blue.
Blue clouds are all the tears we produce both joyous or sad.
Blue clouds are the veins in our bodies that we always had.
Dependent on the amount of oxygen needed to make the iron rich blood coursing through our our veins appear blue.
Blue clouds beget the questions we have deep inside.
Blue is the faith we choose not to hide.
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God, My God (Poem #23)
God
You do so much for me
You are all encompassing
Ever present
You don’t leave me
You never forsake me
My life is in Your hands
God
My life would be pointless without you
Your words is a lamp to my feet
And is a light to my feet
You guide me
God
You are more than I could ever ask for
You take care of me
You love me
You are my Father
God
My God
You are extravagant
Mystic quartz
A world full of colours-
that’s where I want to live.
Some grey is unavoidable,
but rainbows appear after rain.
Hour 23: The Past I to III
I
How does one begin to talk about the past?
Come in and take off your shoes
Don’t step on anything delicate
There’s lots of that round here
II
My mouth is broken
It has been for quite some time
Sometime I was
Trespassed
Transgressed
And you can’t put back together
A trashed China doll
A broken crystal glass
A shattered snow globe
To the way it was before
Restore it
It cannot be returned
Instead it becomes a new object
Jagged edges and fangs
For cutting
On accident, on purpose
III
It was not pleasant.
That’s okay
It hurt too much.
That’s okay
Dandelion girls, it’s okay now.
Pavement kicker
Dirt digger
Boy kisser
Come on home
What a mess it was.
That’s okay
We made mistakes.
That’s okay, too
Can’t stay all day in the cold.
Alive
If I could choose one word to describe her
Free
With unbound locks haloing her head
Undaunted
By the pressures of society
Strong
With a heart scarred but unbroken
Alive
Los Angeles Native
When I was five, I loved to ride my skateboard
when I was six, it was my bike
when I was seven it was roller skates.
I loved to mow yards and make money
My friends and I used to put on plays
My dad would hag blankets around the porch
and set up chairs in the yard
We charged a nickel admission
and my mom made Kool-Aid and cookies
for an intermission snack
We had two olive trees in the front yard
I loved to climb them. My dad
had to rescue me once.
We had lemon and lime trees,
orange trees and an avocado orchard behind us
It wasn’t ours, but I used to sneak over the wall
and get some.
I remember the elderly man down the street
used to come pick our figs and bring me and my brother
candy for letting him pick them. I think his wife
made fig preserves.
We lived in Los Angeles a block away
from the Los Angeles River.
We weren’t supposed to ride our bikes
in the river beds…but we did.