Prompt ten hour eight
I will go under,
the maple, hiding from the rain,
feet deep in mud.
I will go above,
ever changing leaves and rainbows,
finding clouds to drop from.
No matter the weather, I will.
C. Churchill
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I will go under,
the maple, hiding from the rain,
feet deep in mud.
I will go above,
ever changing leaves and rainbows,
finding clouds to drop from.
No matter the weather, I will.
C. Churchill
He was such a precocious child
He was such a warm-hearted child
He was such an affectionate child
He has become so apathetic
He has become so cold
He has become so hard
Yet I love him still and forever.
(OK, this one tested my poetic mettle, as I’ve never been keen on form poetry.)
Indulgence in pleasure
A poly-addiction
Dull your pain and abandon conviction
The patience of a saint
The stillness of a monk
More learned than all ancient scholars
Wake up and check your inbox
Tree limbs falling
Leaves flying
Branches thrown about
Saw is buzzing
Deeply cutting
Removing all the rot
Wife watches husband work while sipping away on her wine
gj
Soften
Unclench fists
Unhitch shoulders
Thread breath
From crown to sole
Blur focus
Shape dissolves to color
Heart chamber door open
Jaw unhinged
Sigh exalts
From rib’s rafters
Muscles unknit
Joints unlock
Swaying hips
Wax and wane
Soften
Into time’s rhythm
Getting the diagnosis was
unbelievable, sobering,
confusing to the max.
Adjusting to this new reality
is requisite, impossible,
unfinished as of this writing.
Update at 10 (years, we hope).
Learning to love what I hate
I hate cleaning yet I’m learning to love it
Because I can’t stand a dirty floor
Learning to love what I hate
What I have strong feelings for
This way or that way
This comparison can be applied and connected
To so much more
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She craved three things in life:
Unconditional love,
honesty, and security.
Instead, she received
Being misunderstood, rejection,
And judgment.
She died hungry.
Love is not just sunny days. Sometimes it storms. Sometimes it rains. The best of loves weather the storms embrace the rain and keep us warm. But the forecast calls for sun.
She’s all about lying in bed with me, following me everywhere and feeling safe.
To be honest she loves chasing squirrels, swimming in dirty water, and fetching the fish on my line.
She’s my protector and best friend.