Home (H21)

This is where I belong.
Here.
In these woods.

The screen door told me so,
Then the bears and the deer
and the birds.

The mice tried to tell me otherwise,
but after much discussion, we came to an arrangement.

This is where I belong
at least for now
and for as long
as the forest creatures
will have me.

For the first time in my life,
I want to be Snow White –
I want to walk through these woods
and have all the forest creatures
walk along beside me.
And while not a deal breaker,
I wouldn’t mind 7 men with tools
to lend 14 hands!

It’s time (poem #22)

When you close your eyes

What do you see?

Do you picture your future

The dream house

The dream family

Do you picture a career

Your life

Your success

Now what does that look like?

It’s different for you

Everyone dreams different

So let me in

I don’t just want to know your dreams

But I want to know your fantasy

When you close your eye are you prepared?

Prepared to see you future

To see and plan and feel your desires

Things are going to happen

Get ready

Open your eyes

It’s time to dream

(Hour 20)

*But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would our story be one worth watching? The interplay of hearts
struggling to pull some meaning from the love they gave away.

Then coming together again, years after the war had receded,
to find that same spark which ignited a lifetime together.
Oh, what sweet day, to fall helpless at love’s unveiling.
To arrive once again, at the beginning
with a heart folded like tempered steel, reopened to its core,
laid bare so that its soft center may
be strummed by her familiar touch.

 

*First line from T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Prompt 27/H22-Nature in City

I don’t

have any

seeds

I can’t

Plant my

yards

Wines

are close

sorta

3 Hours To Go

3 Hours To Go

Almost done soon

First time participating in The Poetry Marathon

I can say

I Am A marathon runner

No not by feet

By fingers, mind, and heart

Tired, sad, excited, joy, community, new adventures, a great cause

Me

This experience has been everything and more to me

Thank you Caitlin Jans (Thomson) and Jacob Jans

For this 2019 Poetry Marathon

And accepting my Right On Vibe™

Application

 

Copyright © 2019 by Angelica Stevenson

All Rights Reserved

Deer

Deer

Deep down in my soul

Enchantress queen cast spell

Eloquently withholding me in her eye

Rearing hours where she could successfully elope.

 

Ventura

The air is still not right.

Grass on the hills peak out slowly, then boom. 

Or should I say, bloom?

Fire renews.

Heavy rains uncover.

Crispy foundation, a ghost of a house lost.

Still, the scent of fire sends me into a nervous frenzy.

Smoke and embers make me nauseous.

Memories of driving into the chaos to rescue animals.

Picking up friends whose homes they will never see again.

Spending hours, days even, sorting through donations.

But the hills are green.

The fire is out.

A man named Thomas will never hurt us again.

Pairs

two make pairs
put on airs
don’t despair

make a choice
use your voice
move ahead

together
both as one
get it done

Hour Twenty-Two (A Haiku, Hour 22)

Hour 22

 

Hour twenty-two.

Woohoo, we’ve almost made it!

Only two to go…

 

(A haiku is a three line poem with the syllable count of 5/7/5.)

 

 

Daisy

First a fuzzy, wriggling puppy,
Now a proudly awkward dog.
With big eyes and a strong nose
She spends her time in her sandbox
Or excitedly asking for pets.

-h.e.m.