The Poetry Marathon

You Are the One (Poem #12)

Its dark

And I’m scared

I don’t know how to explain this feeling

One person on my right

Another on my left

They begin to pull in opposite directions

As if I was a doll that two kids were fighting over

I feel the desires of my life swelling in my heart

I also feel my fears and desperation

They are surrounding me

They are trying to consume me.

Why do I have to go through this?

Can’t there be a sparkle of hope

I want to trust and know

Yet I doubt and cower

God

I need you

I am crying for you to comfort me

Hold me in your arms

Reach down and save me from myself

I am not giving up or giving in

I am simply giving it to God

He is the only one who can take this

He is the only one who can fill this emptiness

He can surround me in His love

He can take care of me

I am not alone

God

You are the only one

The light in my darkest moment

You are the one

We forged on…

Erasure poem using p. 143 of art sex music by Cosey Fanni Tutti (Faber & Faber, 2017):

 

We forged on—
artists, poets and musicians

He was wild
dangerous and uncompromising

I was stuck at a local factory
for quite a while

I’d been practising
and felt pretty good about my organ

It was coming along
for an arduous journey

I loved fun

Any hitches were
never a problem

He’d just smile
and use

 

---

(22 June 2019, Hour 12)

 

 

 

Erasure- The Hills

 

The nature of hills

Burned up chrome

Aspiring to the high plains

Sun glare drowned in the surface

And black flows after rains.

In the small valleys

Evaporating levels of dry lakes are

Steep, heavy, dark and bitter with the deposits

A thin crust lies over the area

The wastes to the sand shows the sculpture

More storms scar them

And the desert edges are famed at last.

A hill expects to depend upon

For they are slow

Here the hot death rolling where always

A heavy dust

Whirling into the earth or called for violence

Lost in love, yet visited inevitably

If not so little of it.

 

From: The Land With Little Rain by Mary Austin

 

 

Fairies at Dawn in June

Periwinkle hue

Reveals the truth.

Twilight fairies gather round the morning dew

As they know their work in nature turns

To napping soon.

 

Untouched by light,

Time is slipping

Giving away the night.

Night shift ends, these fairies take flight.

 

What’s left for the morning fairies?

The weaving of and wonderful start of

Another golden day

In precious June.

 

Mary Gabis

6/22/19

Pointers into new avenue

 

 

 

 

Thinking therefore as I am

Pointing to a new direction

Life tales exuding

Find the colors within

A contouring reality to grasp at

 

 

 

Love envelopes

Clarity points new direction

A life forming a transformation

 

 

 

 

 

Prompt # 15 Hour # 12

8:00 AM PHT 23/06/2019

 

After

After

 

I became cleaner after he died

Allowing forever paint chips

To loosen and be swept

Human smells creeping out

Through windows, doors ajar

Leaving constellations of dust

Autonomous universes

Home to beings who do no harm

Recycling even bad thoughts

Into tulips

 

TobeTT  #12

Hour #12 Prompt #15

Erasure Poem

Source: from Out of the Fog, C K Ober; 267 words; http://erasures.wavepoetry.com/sources.php

sarahw

this is my first erasure poem – more frustrating than a found poem because I’d like to move lines around, format and punctuate differently!!!

Nightspell

Cat cry breaks the night

right under my bedroom window.

It has a burgundy wildness

that is the opposite of my

outward tame energy.

 

We are not adversaries, this cat and I.

we compliment each

Like autumn and spring

like sky and sea..

 

Together we own

the brash spells of night.

 

J. Pratt-Walter

6/22/2019

If Two Out Of Three Ain’t Bad Then One Out of Three Is

Baby we can talk all night

But 

I told you 

There’s nothing left inside

 

 

you can cry all night

that’ll never change the snow

piling up outside

 

I wish you would make me leave

I tried to show you

I’m tired of words

I keep on telling you

there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love you

be sad

be sad

 

I know you’re looking for a

Cracker Jack 

I tell you 

No 

I’ll never give you

so many years

I’ll never

love back

 

Oh 

she left me on a stormy night

She kissed me and got out of our bed

I pleaded and I begged her to walk out that door

She turned right away

 

there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love you

Now be sad

there ain’t no way I’m ever gonna love you

Now be sad

we

ain’t getting nowhere

 

Fort Sill, Oklahoma (erasure poem from a New York Times article)

Once 700 Japanese-Americans were held here,
tents,
desert heat,
barbed wire,
guards.

Now we bring in new detainees,
adults,
young people,
toddlers,
infants.

Stop repeating history,
grim conditions,
dangerous conditions,
family separation.