Dear Katie
2006.
A simple question:
“Do you love me?”
A simple answer.
Learn to let it go.
A bigger gift awaits you yet.
Travel the seas,
Climb the mountains.
Reach the one who says,
“I do.”
Prompt 20, Hour 16
Skip and hop
Skip and hop
I skip and hop
After I throw that rock
Down the blocks it is taking me
To new sights I’ve never seen
Even though I know
It is only across the street
However not one step further
I’m allowed to go
I must turn around and
Hop and skip
Hop and skip
Myself on back home
Copyright © 2019 by Angelica Stevenson
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It’s dark,
and our turn to face the truth.
Do you see it as we wander
this celestial route?
They stay the same,
or so we think,
but they move in unison,
almost, along the warps
and wiggles of time.
Listen.
Do you hear the light,
like I do?
Missed it
We set out to cross the country in three days.
Three of us and
a new boyfriend in his car
a sack full of cassettes
And barely enough prerolled joints to make it all bearable
We made it all the way to the canyon just eighty miles out of the way
dates, and destinations aside, the Grand Canyon calls any plan to distraction
many plans
but not ours
The vote won to meet a date set in proverbial stone
i considered setting out alone
Never did
never made it
Drug induced
My brain is mush
Muddled with thoughts of yesterday and the tomorrow that hasn’t quite made it to the day’s rays of sunlight .
My mind is clouded with sleep- the cobwebs outstretched their tentacles and I know it won’t be long til I close my eyes
The drugs take over and sleep I gloriously find.
I have no idea what this I’ve written
But. We will say sixteen has been submitted
Officially.
And tomorrow when I wake
I can only imagine my dismay
As I revisit this poem I wrote
About sleep filled antidotes.
Map
Without a map, you can go anywhere,
but you might not want to be there.
With a map, you can choose your destination,
but you might miss lots of treasures on the way.
Without a map, you never know what’s coming —
fair weather or foul, faithful friends or scoundrels,
delicious food or piss-poor cooks.
With a map, you can make reservations,
let them know you’re coming, that you expect the best.
I traveled sixty years without a map.
For my last forty, I’m choosing
where I go,
how I get there,
and whose company I keep.
Last Call
Surrending to the chaos we wait for the call.
The destination predicted to end us all.
One by one we look up towards the sky, many still questioning why.
There is no fire, nor storm, or rain just simply pain.
Cascading around us like a dance.
Finally connected in our humanness.
Neither fortune nor fame will save us from the rapture of going insane.
Bonded by one another’s thoughts.
We now see the true results of greed and envy.
The end of us all presented in the form of a child, looking down at us from a great mountain peak.
We wait patiently to hear her speak.
A hum escapes her lips as the end approaches with the flick of her wrist.
We all will evaporate into the abyss.
She smiles as the tears roll down our faces.
What if we decided to dismiss the idea of separate races?
She shook her head with dread, preparing a funeral for the dead.
What if we undo the horrors of our past and all take a sip from one cup?
She sat down and crossed her legs to move into a meditative state.
We all knew by now it was too late to negotiate.
As her eyes close our minds deteriorate.
Finding Home
Belabored breaths beat out of my chest, There is no end to this forest in sight. Sore soles scuff against the soil, I fear I cannot take another step. I wander through the wild wood withal, My only company the susurrus of leaves above. And leaves surrounding The quiet is maddening. Hours pass Coherency is just as lost as I Somehow I still stumble forward.
Prompt 20: The Way Of Cosmic Thought
I am on the way
Traveler of thought.
I am on a mind ship.
Timeling, on a dot.
Intersecting points in space;
Infinitely lie.
I am on the way to being.
By cosmic thoughts, I fly—
Brother Dear
He was the first to join me in the ranks of sibling hood
Two years my junior, we shared holidays and suckers
We nurtured the two that came after and showed them
The ways of the world of brothers and sisters.
As teens we tolerated each other which was par for the course
He had his interests, I had mine.
“Your brother’s the one with the fro” they’d say
That was him, the only white boy at school with a fro
I guess he realized if he showed up in high school with those tight little pin curls
He was born with, they’d probably kick his ass or give him swirlys daily
He changed to survive.
His announcement to go to college was met with some skepticism by the family
Mostly due to the fact he nearly flunked out of school
But he showed us, he showed us all what he was made of, what he could do
Honored for his achievements at halftime at “The Shoe”, he almost didn’t go
He loved what he did, how could that be so special. He was the one that was special.
Things became hard for him and harder still. He tried hard to fight anyway he knew how.
But it wasn’t enough, even with help, it just wasn’t enough. We rallied around him, remembering the times of ole, the holidays, the hair, the love hidden under all of the typical sibling bullshit.
We stayed with him days and nights until the call came that he had taken his last breath, peacefully, alone and on his own terms. There would be no more hard times, no more changing to fit in…….and no more Bob.
Miss you brother!