Lounging
I am a cat
in the summer heat
with a soft breeze that
blows through my ruffled fur
soaking the rays of sun
deep down to my bones
browning my whiskers–
or burning them, really
since I’ve never been good
at tanning
Banana Man
Banana man
Sad and groggy
Soaked in milk
And feeling soggy.
Life looses it’s a”peel”
When you find out, YOU’RE the meal.
And not just a funny fruit!!
Prompt 14, Hour 11
Dear Cristy, Sitting at the Hairdressers, 1984
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Don’t do it!
Only two days before the drive
across the Rockies,
through the pass
a ferry ride
to the island, then drive
up the curving highway
home to my second home –
back to Comox
for your wedding.
(Thankfully, your marriage continues
to outlast my hairstyles)
I repeat – don’t do it!
Days before the practice –
the walk down the aisle
to turn and smile as
you make your way
to the future. The photos
that night, in your parent’s
basement – the photos
on THE DAY – pink
and burgundy.
Your long, blonde locks;
your sister’s long, blonde locks –
80’s hair, where everyone
had long, softly curled locks.
Don’t do it!
Days before the wedding,
before the play-list of your
favourite songs, before the food
tables lined with pot-luck
favourites
before the first
dance…
don’t let that beady-eyed
hairdresser shear your
longer than shoulder-length
hair to just above your ear –
don’t let that nasty-toothed
hairdresser put your silky
auburn locks in
little orange rollers,
permed to a
tightness
forever captured
on polaroid –
that belies
your spirit.
Hour 12 : Arigatoo
another hour starts
as the last one ends
and so ends my journey
for today.
I have been here
but for a short while
a moment of happiness
a feeling of belonging
and the spirit of never giving up
this short moment held
all that and more
much more than I could ever write!
Letter From the Future (2019 Poem 11)
Dear Fiona at age twenty-one
Do not worry about what’s to be done
You are powerful now, you always will be
As long as you start loving me
Listen carefully to the truth in your heart
The decades to come will be the hard part
Although for now you believe their lies
One day you will learn how to rise
Your old soul has plans for you
When the moment arrives you will know what to do
Seek the messages that you send
From future you and your best friend
Perched On A Moonbeam (2019 Poem 10)
(Write a poem that contains at least five of the following words and possibly all ten.
Moonbeam Coffee Hush Fog Canteen Damn Concrete Fir Shelf Dock)
Perched on a moonmbean, sipping cold brewed coffee
In the hush of a London Fog, I lost you
Your canteen overflowing with damn sap instead of red wine
No concrete plans to use the fir liquor for anything useful
Meditating on the shelf life of dock spiders
When will this madness end?
Hour 12: Post 12: Raindrops
Reveal your true self
Acknowledge your faults
Investigate your desires
Never back down
Dive into what you love
Reveal your inner truth
Open your soul
Push yourself to new discoveries
Stand up for who you are
Nah
Nah
Not my style
Going to pass
And stick
With what I know
So you can drop the prompt
But it just isn’t for me
Thanks all the same
(Book 99 #19338
and the end of my first ever Poetry Marathon! Half Marathon has been a whole experience.)
Coming Out
First I had to tell myself.
Always the hardest part.
17 years spent ignoring and repressing.
Then I had to tell my friends.
All were happy for me.
They were trying to be authentic too.
Then it was time to tell my family.
Mom took it well.
Dad appeared to take it well.
Flash-forward and now,
I don’t speak to him.
Those meant to support you can’t always handle it.
12. The Messenger XII
You hold my hand
Maybe a little too long
Maybe a little too often
I know it’s me who ask you
But you know, like me – if not more
That I must leave soon for a distant travel
To meet this great Unknown
Who will tell me the secret
To find the secret without traveling
Staying on the spot, without moving
Without moaning,
To find your hand in a sigh