The Poetry Marathon

Transit to Freedom

A ceiling inches from my face

Hides the kitchen and my rocker,

Collapsed into a tidy bundle.

I turn carefully, legs cramped from stillness.

Another month or two, then, perhaps I’ll be free.

Are they gone? Am I too late to save

Only those that I love?

Or will I save us all?

I jump to a conclusion.

Surely their boundless evil knows no limits;

Or am I their sole exploitation,

Plucked at least a thousand times

By names nameless to me?

Are we really led by frogs and stalwart toads,

Blinded by tattered fabric, kept sewn by the votary public?

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Put it to Bed

Is it early
Or is it late
Frankly I’ve lost
All track of time
Is the light
Streaming in
Sunbeams or moonbeams
The brain fog
Doesn’t even go away
With coffee
It merely allows
For concrete thoughts
Damn if I’m not
Ready to put this
Book to bed
Better yet
To see it upon the bookstore shelf
And listen to the hush
Finally
Within my mind

(Book 99 #19336)

Moonlit night for a coffee

 

Seeing the moonbeam from the sky
Taking a coffee from the canteen
Like a sitting duck felt different still
A dock on the shop
Sharing differently a day began
Mustering a city’s fog
Hold still it is a broad light to usher
A night to remember moonlit

Prompt # 13 Hour # 10
6:00 AM PHT 23/06/2019

Hour #9, Prompts 11-12

A Love Letter

Hope Never Dies
in The Gone World.
Severance
Will Only Hurt a Little, like
Taking the Arrow out of the Heart, despite
Cravings: Hunger for More.

What is Real?
The Order of Time –
How to Invent Everything,
Be Prepared.

There, There
Woman in the Window,
Everything Here is Beautiful – The Map
of Salt and Stars,
All the Little Lights.
Little Fires Everywhere
Burn Bright,
All the Light We Cannot See.

Wade in the Water,
The Ocean at the End of the Lane.
In The Great Alone, I have
Room to Dream.
Still Me, Becoming
A River in Darkness.
A Force of Nature.

You Go First
On the Path Between Us.
Year One will be
Not That Bad.
I don’t need
Useless Magic;
Something in the Water
offers Brief Answers to the Big Questions –Who We Are and
How We Got Here –
The Astonishing Color of After.

You Think It, I’ll Say It:
I Was Born for This,
A Spark of Light
Taming the Sun –
Heart Talk in the
Dark Between Stars
An American Marriage,
our House of Dreams.
A Love Letter.

sarahw

I took several titles of current books from the Goodreads site, turning it into a found poem of love and light for my recently departed husband.

ten

the crackle and drag
your grief slipping beneath the
fact of a door frame

Hour 9: Mix Well

There among the old, old tomes—

Half dust and half formaldehyde—

A book of how to cookie cook,

And one of how to rhythm rhyme,

Where chocolate chip pentameter,

And peanut butter near-rhyme meld

Where Wadsworth, Guest and Tolkien took

Eggs and sugar, mixing well;

With an Oatmeal Cookie—Byron style,

Dickinson’s Tipsy Honeybee Bites,

Liberal sprinks of imagery

In Poe’s Nevermore Raven Lites;

Whipped alliteration well,

Stirred allusion until fluffed,

Minced words at combining speed,

‘Til they got buzzing, crunching stuff—

Folded gently, the page-white whip.

And licked the bowl (so not to waste);

Rolled and cut in couplet lines

Baked for decades—or desired taste.

Salty, savory, published or not,

Cookeries, bookeries, bakery fresh,

Nut-strewn titles, topped with spice,

Where poetry and cookies meshed.

Jigsaw – Limerick #1

lone puzzle piece found

under kitchen table and on the ground

I pick  it up & examine every side

then ponder this futile attempt to hide

& pop it in between rose bud and wrinkled hound

 

 

7. The Silence Screams so Much More Than I Ever Could

And it was all I could do not to sound
The coming years of torment
I knew was in bound
Cause I knew the sound
I’d heard it before
In the subtle rows
Beyond the fields of forgotten

I dwelled there for long too long
Treading light on your darkened waters
Sought out the better times
When I lost sight of the better days
Followed by the terrible nights after, that followed your voyage

And you
Wound up the ties that bound
Our fragile frames
Looking to tie up the moments should I capture them
If only for awhile
To the ship you sailed away on for ten days and four years after

Where were you when
He called your name
And your spirit left
Did you forget your dress
Was still white
Before your heart spilled me
Out on to the night

And it’s all I can do now, not to go back to that place
And damn your name
Cause I knew then, like I know now
You did it because it’s just your way
Forgetting the world for your while
A moment of knowing better
But not giving a damn

Hour 9

children of blood and bone
with too much magic coursing through their veins
children with brown skin and murdered parents
trying to change a world they were never wanted in