Your Happy Beginning
poem 12
It all seemed
so beautifully simple
when you stood there
watching him dance
and you smiled like
you had captured starlight.
I wish I could take you back there
and give you your happy beginning.
-h.e.m.
The Secret Garden
Long forgotten
neglected
beautiful in its chaos
she turned the key and pushed
gasping, she sensed a kindred spirit
something tangible that was as wild as she felt inside
as she brought it back to life
the garden returned the favor
Take Flight
I am grasping the art of flight.
It might be a different method
than you think,
no machinery or wings required.
I prep the airy path
behind my eyes and down the throat’s runway;
the pre-flight check
is buzzing and complete.
A magic air strides through my lungs.
I take my leave of the common and mundane.
I greenly fly. I’m more alive
than life.
I land next to you.
J. Pratt-Walter
6/22/2019
The Universe
The Universe is everything
Planets are the thing
orbit their suns
they do not hum
galaxies shepherd their many suns
some will become
mighty blackholes
others, bang goes
we are less than a speck of dust
to learn we must
knowledge awaits
we conquer fate
Not of Our Past
Tethered to the command pod
at the time of advent
a brilliant flash of Knowing
and I sleep.
As it was before, so it shall ever be.
At second light I awaken
and return to the ship.
A new world awaits
and we go.
As it was before, so it shall ever be.
We arrive, plans in hand
for great transformation,
eradication as business plan.
So it begins.
As it was before, so it shall ever be.
I disembark with my crew
the forest calls out.
I can hear it, feel each one.
I go to them.
As it was before, so it shall ever be.
They speak. I listen
and already Know.
It is time.
It is my destiny, as is all
to Know and love.
We can change this
all of us.
As it was before, shall never be again.
My car crashed through the concrete
My car crashed through the concrete
went falling through the ground
to a deep dark hole filled with broken
rocks and worms slithering around
My car dropped through the concrete
and jolted me inside. I hit the window
with a thud and dared to hold on tight
My car tumbled through the concrete
and when I crawled outside, I saw
the sunset glowing, reflecting in my eyes
Harry Potter
Girls shriek and twisted around dangerously,
Orange lights grow large
Insect eyes were windows,
Touched the ground as lightly as a shadow
“Never again”
Marched in obediently
Foraging for scraps of rotten food
The Dock
Moonbeam illuminate the worn path from the cabin to the lake.
Coffee brewing on the fire, steam rising in swirls.
“Hush,” he said as his arms embraced her.
The morning fog creates a curtain as sip from the canteen of love.
Damn the morning and what the concrete cities bring.
Fir trees line the path, shelve the doubt until tomorrow.
Love waits on the dock.
Letter to a Former Majorette (prompt 14, Hour 11)
Dear Younger Me,
You knew on some level that life was magical.
Mystical. Enchanting. Unbearably new.
You were all full of possibilities and dreams,
always too headstrong to follow on cue.
That was always a part of your charm, that absolute certainty
that all life would unfold in a way good for you.
Impossibly it both hasn’t and has. You’ve lived
as you wanted. You always had love.
But life is far different now than you could expect
when your greatest concern is wearing white gloves
out on the field of Friday night glory,
Somehow you’ll be guided always from above
Or within or without or wherever help comes from.
You didn’t know how your religious vocation
would dictate your friends, your loves and your study.
Could you know that New York would be your destination?
How strange for a Texan, your family all said.
More strangely, it becomes your favorite location.
Be ready for five loves, none of whom you’d expect,
One you love now, then the one who made you whole,
One many years older, and one as many years younger.
The best will be the middle, who will love your pilgrim soul.
But birthing two children will fill your heart with purpose,
and mothering will turn out to be your most beloved role.
You’ve always worked hard to achieve what you wanted.
Sometimes you’ve failed, most times you’ve come through,
a professional life to be proud of
though all jobs don’t end happily for you.
Your life will be a good one, you’ve the courage to live it.
Stay courageous, outspoken, bold, balanced and true.