Sevenling
Kids at the zoo come to see
Dolphins, zebras, lions,
Monkeys flinging from the trees.
But they never see the men
All in white, scooping up trash,
Putting cherries in their cones.
When they go home, it’s never alone.
Seven-something, I think
My brain is starting to hurt.
My mind is weary.
I’m not sure I’m doing this right.
New stuff is scary.
It’s like standing naked in front of an audience and you’re all hairy- especially if you’re prone to like being a hair-free zone.
It is watching your child jump from the roof purposely doing their best to give a ginormous fright.
This is motherhood. Are you ready?
Poem 8: “The Impossible Blessing”
how do you explain
what is beyond words?
something that grounds more than roots
and nurtures more than flowing water
encourages more than summer sunshine
supports steadier than sailing on wind
matters more than air in lungs
is more necessary than safe embraces?
how do you ever begin to express
what is beyond your own comprehension
better than any wish imagined to a genie,
more anchoring than steel or silver?
the answer is the impossible blessing
of trying to give you my words
in exchange for all you have given to me.
Hour 8: Post 8: The Daydreamer
Creativity, chaos, illusions and dreams
Sadness, laughter, anxiety and defeat
This is what makes me who I am
Thoughts so scattered you couldn’t try and piece them together if you tried
Memories so embedded into my brain that I couldn’t carve them out with a knife if I needed to
Regrets that burn so deep, no amount of medicine can take away the sting
This is what it’s like living with demons inside your head
All they do is continually wish you dead
Remaining strong and grounded is a chore that most people couldn’t even believe
Yet I wake up every morning
Battling the same thoughts, day after day
Proving to myself and the world that while I may sometimes just live in a daydream
I’m also the hero in my own, unspoken, unappreciated story
Look at the stars Shining above Look at the sky Looming above Look at the tree Standing still Look at the clouds Moving in the air Feel the breeze Rustling your hair Feel the joy Floating in the air And be thankful For everything
Prompt 10/H8-Form (Sevenling)
We had 3 things in common,
Same shoes, same hair,
even the same birthday.
We were strangers:
Different parents,
Different friends,
And different countries altogether.
Yet somehow I’m on trial for a crime she committed
Keep Out
The keyhole to her heart
Was covered with
Heavy chains
And padlocks
Anyone else
Would have heeded this
Unwritten
Keep Out sign
But he didn’t
Uncovered
Cancer has taken my
Mirth, Song
And Grace
And given me
Baldness
In their place, in their stead.
And I am uncovered from heart to head.
Prompt 10, Hour 8
Many things I treasure
Strong coffee, family, and love
Puppies and babies.
Other things are less a pleasure
Smelly socks, onions, and rudeness
Durian and hate.
….the feels are so intense.
Ideal Reader
My ideal reader must like
Tamora Pierce, Terry Pratchett,
And Josephine Tey
Though I don’t write magic,
Or comedy, or mystery; yet
These are my best fit.
I think my audience will be small.
Form and prompt: Write a sevenling.