The Wheel
The Wheel
On a blood moon night
Near the green lake
The stars dance in harmony
Announcing a new day
The crowd cheers for a New Year
(Free style, hour 9 @Mejia2019)
Coffee Hushed Moonbeams (Hour 10)
I dance in an unseen fog,
desperate for the canteen I left behind on the trail,
this damn concrete takes its toll on my knees with every step.
In the shadow of the Douglas fir,
I find a shelf to dock the book of my adventure
where no one will ever see it.
Jesus at the Hard Rock Cafe
Hot Day
Hard Rock Cafe
Jesus is trying to find
someone to grind.
He’s very pale, wearing
red shorts.
In the pool he’s trying
water sports.
In the corner
girls are twerking.
I wonder how his salvation
is working.
He’s rather dry
and orders a beer.
Good thing there’s
no crucifixion here.
J. Pratt-Walter
6/22/2019
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Dear Self (Early teen) – H.J ©️
2019 – 11th Hour
In response to the Prompt ©️ H.J
~ Dear Self ~
You sit by the window,
Blue;
Unsure of what is to come for you.
For now,
You’ve been a martyr.
Each took their piece,
That’s true,
But we still fall in love with you.
Brave, bright and beautiful!
Chants everyone who
Can see through the fog
to the light that is you.
So sit by the window;
Unafraid to let go –
For there is more gold
than you’ve ever been told,
Freedom! –
Uncontrolled;
And distant plans,
So bold.
And the purest love
That you’ll have ever known!
Hour 11 CELERY STICK
I love to eat my thelery
In the thenter of my houth
But thertainly not with peanutbutter
That thtickth it to my mouth
Damn Words (H10)
I don’t like the words you want me to use –
at least not now, not now when I’m writing
under the gun and atop a concrete table
which under the best of circumstances I find too hard,
albeit less messy than a fir table with coffee fog and moonbeam trim
despite its built in shelf where you’d think you could readily dock your cup or canteen while you pen your prose or poems.
Hush now.
I have to write this damn poem.
10. 6 AM on a Saturday
Coffee in the pot
You laying at my side
Your hair all messy and wild
The hush of the morning muting the early sounds
Sunlight creeping in through the fog of the Midwest dawn
Too warm for sweaters, yet much too cold for bare feet
But, I’m sure you’d walk on the concrete anyway
Chill be damned
11 – As Human As
It is common knowledge that otters sleep on their backs on the surface of the water, holding one another’s hands so they don’t drift off and get lost or worse.
It is also known that bees snuggle together when they sleep, often intertwining their legs, curled into the soft bellies of flowers, maybe to protect one another.
I do not sleep holding another’s hand, or intertwining myself around any person intertwining themselves around me. I do not sleep swaddled in anything, and much prefer an open space in front of me as I drift off.
I suppose on some carnal level I am a predator’s dream, on the outside of the outside of the outside, completely untethered.
But, that doesn’tbother me nearly as much as knowing I hope someday to be as good a person as an otter or a bee.
Prompt #10
Damn...That night was extra ordinary, A stunning thick blanket of stars.... The night called in a hush A somber reverie, A settling fog that intended to stay. Moonbeam poured a pale milky white ray like lights of pearls accompanying the stars. I cradled my warm coffee I knew not which way led to my destination my heart only followed the docks. And the fir trees that lined my horizon in the distance. -Janice Raquela Mendonca
Breathe
She let the sway of the workday move her
as people all around dictated where she went,
what she did there, and for how long.
She followed the crowd of “friends” to a bar
in which she had no interest, and made
small talk while snacking on chips.
She rushed herself back to the car,
counting on both hands the errands she
had yet to complete, while calculating
how long she might be able to sleep tonight.
She did it all, then she barreled through her
bedroom door, collapsed on the bed,
and took the deepest breath she might have
ever taken.
She felt it in her chest, her brain, her fingertips,
and all the way in the soles of her feet.
She let the relief flood her body as,
for the first time all day,
she was still.