Anatomy of a Wish
It is on dandelion heads
Blown into gossamer
It is on old coins
Tossed into the well’s shelter
It is a fervent prayer
Made on a distant star
Of far flung hopes and dreams
From our limitless reservoir
21. The Messenger XXI
“Not in that river, Billy”
Nobody could ever swim safely in there
Don’t even try, you’re not Superman
Same for the cliff you want to climb
Nobody has ever dared trying
You arrive and do it
Like effortlessly and so smoothly
What’s your secret?
The river taught me that secret
Be water, be the Flow
You’ll get unconditional support
From all the elements, and Angels alike
19~23
Once my glove was taken~
Mother had to get it back.
From a woman who was so nasty~
Set her dog on me to attack.
Twice had younger siblings~
Related not through Dad.
Wasn’t until I was older~
Found out how many more I had.
Three times I named my rabbits~
They all died horribly.
One eaten by my friend~
One frozen near our tree.
Four years in clubs of drama~
The only thing I had.
Mentors tried to use me~
They made me very sad.
Five hits from my fun bullies~
‘Til I finally kicked them back.
The tall one needed stitches~
Short one ribs did crack.
( I miss my unspoiled me )
2wenty 2wo word harvest
2wenty 2wo word harvest
early peas so welcomed
the first to go
dry desperate tendrils
grasping
the wiry metal fence
then yanked
without a thank you
withered vines break
in the wind
frost bitten
red tomatoes intoxicated
into jars
for deep winter meals
and perhaps
a blue ribbon
the last
green bumpy cucumber
waits alone
her young children abducted
pickles she sobs
dill I believe
humans can be
so cruel
anxious zucchini
hopes for a pie
no one is coming
for you
september is over
and you’re boring
so much for success
the growing is done
time to go
warns the crow
not for me
cries the four-eyed potato
Thanksgiving
they’ll be back
TobeTT #22
I was a Wandering (Hermit) Crab
Prompt 29 Hour 23
Write a poem about your childhood
1. My friend’s childhood memories seem so drab,
Contrast to my childhood – ‘coz I was like a wandering hermit crab,
2. Born a Cancerian – Crab being the sunsign symbol,
Through the years I have had many a fall and stumble,
3. Our family had to cope with the “transferable job” my father had,
Leaving a just-settled-home was always sad,
4. Upon each new job posting, we had a new house in a new town,
New school with new friends, life full of up and down,
5. Nomadic life taught this Crab valuable lessons,
To stay strong and count only the blessings.
Me
I
Born to urban parents
decidedly not
of, with nature
living in a duplex
growing up
I ran safe, middle class
streets with abandon
and other kids
played ball in the park
took bike treks
went bowling
II
By the time I
was six
in summer I was
shipped off to The Lake
retirement oasis for
family friends
my pseudo grandparents
I was enraptured
with all
the woods, the water
had to offer
walking dirt roads
hiking through
primeval forest
playing with frogs
fishing
summers were always
much too short
III
Growing up
moving away from
all-of-the-above
I worked in small towns
my parents
when visiting
found quaint, peculiar
as they did my
affection and affinity
for these locales
lifestyle
IV
I eventually returned
to the city life
married a girl from
the country
who preferred leaving
the past in the past
my affinity to
woods, water
assuaged by occasional
camping trips
temporary, junkie fix
of pine, birch, dirt
V
My time
in the woods now
limited
my family not
attuned as I am
to anything not urban
chameleon like
I can
do flannel shirts
as easily as
Oxford and tie
in need of solitude
I guess I just need
to go it alone
old school it
tent, sleeping bag
firewood, frying pan
can of Spam
block of cheese
VI
For now all I can do
is remember
sitting here
chair at desk
open windows
amidst cacophony of
city sounds
my denouement
is to type a
love poem to
the woods
The Lake
expressing my youthful
appreciation
older man gratitude
Love,
Me
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2019
http://lrd.to/sxh9jntSbd
Fur Robert
Finding a way to reach you-
that’s what I really wish for.
Don’t avoid my questions,
I know you have answers.
I badly need to read your mind,
stop hiding from me and my heart!
I love your wonderful smile and
I miss holding you in my arms.
Country Girl
Chickens were my truest friends. I spent hours talking to those hens. While the rooster crowed and strut about, the hens and I would hash it out. I made other friends- a skunk or two, a baby owl, some bunnies too. I tried to rescue baby birds, fallen from nests or somehow hurt. When I was 9 we moved away and I remember to this day I so loved being a country girl. That move forever changed my world. I never was the same again. I still miss those animals I called friends.
Child’s World
Child’s world
- The cat calls from friends alert my mind
And off we are to our
Imaginary treasure hunting grounds
Fighting goblins and ghosts on the way
Bickering over sharing pocketed food
Till our limbs move no more
- Making castles of sand and clay
And rescuing the princess
Is my favorite
Rushing through danger
Slaying demons and villains
I’m always the unconquered hero
- Study is pushed inside the school bag
Till mother’s intent gaze become intolerable
Then excuses…
But severely dealt with
Always feel hungry while reading
And everything becomes normal again
Hour 23
@varenyas
The Stroke of Seven
In the gathering gloom she waited
ran with the foxes
collected eggs from the wild
Dawned the sun
hour upon hour until the dusk
the buses ran
she watched and at the stroke of seven slept