Nada
Thinking about nada, liberating my mind-
what a wonderful sensation!
The sky is blue, birds sing freely,
it’s nice to do nothing except listening to them!
Hour Seven – Fierce Dog
I found this a difficult prompt because I couldn’t make out the lirics of the song, so I used the picture of the dog on the cover as a prompt…
Image courtesy of Chiemsee 2016
I heard a noise that startled me
And went outside, weapon in hand
I saw fiery eyes and flashing teeth
Coming at me
Ready to fire, I waited
Something cautioned me not to use the gun
The creature became more tangible
The closer it got to me
And still, I waited
I heard a low growl, and aimed
Suddenly, she became visible in the light
of a the street lamp
beneath which I stood;
Eyes begging, she lay down at my feet
and I knew that I couldn’t pull the trigger
I kneeled at her side and stroked her head;
We became best friends forever…
Antoinette LeRoux © 2019
#5 Miss T
She is known for being fiery.
Straightforward and spicy.
She got that looks,
Men cannot shy away
But who is she?
The woman named Miss T.
I knew her before she knows me,
She has this beauty inside and out that inspired me.
A strong woman woven in compassion and kindness.
She loves life more than itself.
Her life is a beautiful story.
Her faith in God and humanity is history.
Her wisdom has been tested in times.
She had seen pain, loses and goodbyes.
life’s surprises, she has seen a fair shares
But she never faltered nor wavered.
She stood proud, strong and undeterred .
She is the epitome of a woman now and then.
What Will My Ghost Want To Say?
She'll return to Spain's mountains along the sacred path to Santiago yet transform a half a world away to guard her childhood crib now rocking, gently rocking, rocking rocking a new little one. Pilgrams and infants alike will hear soft chimes and glance, looking for the music maker, the one who hints of the good to come. She'll rustle the fallen leaves on autumn nights when the very last of the warm winds blow, and families will take walks -- long walks to faraway lands in search of warm homes, food, safe sleep for their gray-haired ones, education for the youngest, and the chance to dream yet again for what they want and love. She'll walk beside and whisper, "I'll protect you with all I am. Keep on." She'll enter schoolrooms and playgrounds and again teach, trading ponderous lessons for life skills to keep best friends, new loves, and honored guides. Students will look back on saved notebooks but remember the days so glorious with deep meaning and new dreaming. She'll sigh as she journeys with them, growing older but -- so she'll hope -- not old. Never old. She'll return to Spain's mountains along the sacred path to Santiago, to Syria to Sudan to Guatemala and reservations, to your home and mine and walk beside those Pilgrams seeking a meaning for life, their yearning for wholeness and worth. She'll watch them grow and whisper in the evening winds, "Laugh for Life will fly. Protect each other. Have strength. Keep on."
Recurring Dream
It is always the same
You standing in the shadows, waiting
Until the time is right
You ask, Will I?
I look at you as tears fill my eyes
My heart says, Yes
My mouth says, No
Hour 7
I lie admiring your vulnerability
Like the fresh pink skin under a scab
How you wrap yourself in it
And become stronger
More beautiful
The places where you’ve stitched yourself together
Allow light to escape
A life exchanges
Eager listening to hums of cold wind
Winding road of new adventure
Leisure of new tomorrow
Cascading reality of new possibility
Rendering in the core of an existence
Freeing elements of known hearting
Experience of a lifetime
Musing away in clear grass
Fitting element of new movement
Engaging life much adventurism
A facade in the wings of love
Evolving dove fulfillment
Prompt # 9 Hour # 7
3:40 AM PHT 23/06/2019
Going and Staying
Come to the place where nature’s blessings flow
We’ll settle in a life long left behind
To play the music fast, and sing it slow
The world outside may scream and fall apart
But it can’t hurt us living in the past.
Reality’s become a crazy show.
We’ll take the modern world and hit rewind
Come to the place where nature’s blessings flow
Forget the world and all its many cares
They’ll kill themselves just fine without us there
We’ll tend the crops, we’ll reap, and plant, and hoe
We’ll live the simple life and still find time
To play the music fast, and sing it slow
And if they bomb the cities flat at last
We’ll sell our goods to any who come past.
The two of us need fear no friend or foe
No threats or enmity of any kind
Come to the place where nature’s blessings flow
No duty have we but to us alone
We didn’t make this planet a warzone
We’ll live in peace, and never need to go
We’ll set the pace, and it will be just fine
To play the music fast, and sing it slow
The world could end and we would never know
The perfect spot to live well and unwind
Come to the place where nature’s blessings flow
To play the music fast, and sing it slow
Form: Grá Reformata
Prompt: The video in this post. I expect I’ve completely misrepresented the song, sorry – I was listening to the mood rather than the words, and I’ve long wanted to write about the dark side of self-sufficiency.
This form is tricky. I should have given it more than one hour.
Sizzle Flow, Hour 7
Sizzle sweet beatnik,
Sentences translucent
Triptamine-influenced mindset more fluid
Techno-druidic architecture intersecting grey matter
Sip a cup of tea poured by the mad hatter and splatter random
Hail Eris and piss on centralized power,
We going off-grid lyrical Jackson Pollock here for hour seven
Seven chakras
Seven colors in the rainbow
Seven continents used to be Pangea, so the theory goes
But no one really knows, we’re all just pissing in the wind
We tear it down to build it up again
Lose it all so you can win
Shift the baseline
Shift spine to the bass line
Sizzle beatnik, sizzle
Slip along toroidal-shaped fabric of spacetime
Let go of mind and just glide
Reach the infinite inside
Ply secrets from obsideon tessaracts transdimentional
The consequences are inconsequential
Words cast in liquid metal,
Meddling fragments of fleeting insight recognized and tossed aside
Nothing can humiliate like pride
Why?
Hour 6
Oh what is this place
As far as my eyes goes
There is only dust Strom
Which resting place
Life has brought me
Here neither have
Power over my sorrows
Nor control over
My joys
Life asking me
Accounts of
All my doings
What do my heart says?
It’s ashamed !
Who is calling me
From other side
Of those
burning lamps
Is there anyone
Atall for me
Thinking and
Looking forward
Being sad…?