19~11
Dear girl without glasses~
(On the top of the slide)
Keep kissing him next time!
(Don’t slip down and hide)
Wishing and Hoping
Make a wish.
Let it take seed.
I hope it grows
all that you need.
I hope you find
all you look for.
I wish you love
and so much more.
Flashes
Where are you going, in the patterns of chaos? You seem to be fading, in the bright flashes. What do you see, in the shadows of the light? You seem to be searching, Looking to right. What are you hearing, in the pops and bangs? Are there voices calling that are solely for you? You seem serious Or startled and afraid. The flashes continue, and alone you will stay.
Blindfold-Hour 17
I have chosen to be blinded by you
To color my perceptions with a will of want
A will of wish, A will of neglect
I dare not see who you really are
It will scare me to see you in reality
You who own my heart
You wrestle my insanity
You waste my insecurity
Embrace my ineptitude
You challenge my perceptions
I don’t want to see you in the brilliance of sunlight
I prefer to walk with you in shadow
If I see you then you will see me
My naked shame would be too much
reflected in your eyes
So I choose to remain blindfolded
Lost in lies we tell each other
When You Make a Wish
When you make a wish,
Where does it go?
Does it fly far away
And come back as snow?
Does it live among the daffodils,
Daisies, and violets,
Or does it rest within you heart
And match its beat slow and silent?
Does it go to the forest
And soar through the leaves,
Or sleep in the river
and dance with the the breeze?
When you make a wish,
Where does it go?
Does it fly far away
Or come back as snow?
-h.e.m.
Butterscotch the Cat
Prowling around the house
a tiny predator
built to hunt and kill.
Also likes treats and
getting petted first thing
in the morning.
He is striped and gray.
He loves his parents
and his sister.
Twice a day,
he gets excited and runs
around as fast as he can.
He has sharp teeth and claws
Sometimes he bites too hard,
but he is a good boy.
All my love to my
candy-named cat,
Butterscotch.
Prompt 21 Hour 17
In a sea of chaos
she made blooms out of worries
and music out of madness.
C. Churchill
17 – An Ugly Freeform Sextet Haiku of a Senseless, Needless, Hopelessness
You left the gun down. He picked it up and shot her. Now, they are all gone.
You left the gun down. He picked it up and shot her. They’re changing his name.
You left the gun down! YOU LEFT THE FUCKING GUN DOWN! YOU left the gun down! YOU!!!
You left the gun down. He shot her tiny pink face with four year old hands.
Now, they are all gone, because you left the gun down, and he picked it up.
You left the gun down. We’ll never see them again. You left the gun down.
Nectarine
During a golden summer like honey dripping from a spoon,
The nectarine tree dropped plump beauties into our hands.
After a long afternoon of swimming, nothing tasted better.
The nectarine tree is gone with disease and rot.
Now avocado and kumquat grow.
While it’s not the same – it’s still good, you know?
(Hour 16) 13.30pm-14.30pm. PROMPT, Journey, literal or metaphorical
3 word game poems
1.
road trip
We start off at the airport
Angry as a hungry raptor
Still feeling pretty parro
& something of a prat
Aspirin offered with a tap
We murmur out our ta
Followed by one long a
2.
procession of the seasons
In the middle of winter
The cold is on a winder
The dog wants to wander
But I must be his warder
Making him bark harder
I feel like a pooch harmer
Hit dogjoy with a hammer
For now we must just hummer
Cos it will soon be summer
3.
The Boatless Goat
Dad wasn’t really thinking
the day he bought the goat
For he would not cross the river
Despite our best attempts to goad
He would not move for money
He cared even less for gold
We offered sweet hay & grass green
Even with lilies we tried to gild
But still the ornery billy wouldn’t budge
as if his feet were gilt
Bill refused dad’s protestations
refused his every gift
It’s fair to say by this time
tween dad & he was developing a rift
Till finally mum showed up
paddling a homemade raft
