The Poetry Marathon

Hour 7: Post 7: Unleashed

Look at you, coward over,

Searching for a way to make this about me

You foolish soul

Can you feel my resentment building

my anger toward your very breath

Can you not see what you have created?

The monster in me is eager to feed off your lies

All of your insecurities

All of your pain

You have unleashed the part of me that

I tried so hard to bury away

Yet you took your shovel

And dug me up just like the last bullshit you

Tried to feed me

Do not underestimate my power

Or my worth

I will demolish everything you ever Hoped and prayed for just so I can sit back and bask in all of my new found glory

while I watch you struggle and beg

Just like I have for you

Prompt 9, Hour 7

The infamous song prompt! I get so nervous every year when I post this one. The idea is to listen to this song while writing or before writing, whichever works best with your process.

Remotely

Torrential rain
Disquieted artistic endeavors
Prompted scrambling and disarray
Forceful winds blew in impatience
Impatience painted in grey
Grey shadowed a landscape
The landscape covered complained
The complaint reached the caretaker
The caretaker could only say
Thank you
Omnipresent for the artist
Is the creator of it all
Omniscient to matters of great magnitude and miniscule
The great and the small
Gifted and guided tenderly
Handled with loving care
Even in calamity and seeming impossibility
Be aware
The key locked deep inside
In torrential rain fall
Can be opened remotely

When

We

Call

I Write

I write because

If I did not

I would cease to exist

I could not breathe

Writing is life to me

Words, beautiful words

Terrible words

Wise words

Foolish words

Words can change the world

Use with responsibility.

There’s Maybe a Light

I pluck a wilderness
To match the warm darkness.
I snuggle into a ball,
Feeling the cold begin to touch my head.
I squint,
There’s maybe a light,
Maybe a light.
Make me a light.

Tiny Alice

For a moment I could be Alice in Wonderland,

but I am a little afraid of falling in the rabbit hole

and of shrinking moments after only to remain

stuck in the smallest room in the world!

 

But mushrooms are so good that I would taste one

even if the result was turning into Peter Pan!

But what child doesn’t dream once of becoming

the eternal Peter or Clara from the Nutcracker?

 

So I will remain stuck for a few hours

if the result is gaining knowledge!

I like exploring and discovering new things,

that’s why I’m eager to have tea and meet the bad queen!

The secret

I vaulted your secret

I carried your pain

I held onto it

I wore its shame

I hugged the one who hurt you

My love for you both the same

Your secret is our secret

until its not one day.

 

 

Silence the Silence

Screaming sirens silence the silence

salient surveyors

survivors spinning still

but stillness isn’t comfort

when it’s the center of the vortex

one of

natures erasers of the permanence of man

Run!

Hold her close and  R U N !

You waited a bit too long Honey, best get in here quick!

no need for the crying. We know

you’re the new girl here

It was a hard decision, the babe was only two, in months and not a minute more.

Oklahoma, home-a the tilt-a-whirl flying circus death defying deity dependent

Bible-school and bible-belt

spare the rod spoil the bastard

alone in the storm with a baby in your arms

Run!

skirt ripped off

the trailer

and no one to trust at all.

Run!

you can make it. Don’t drop the baby. Don’t squish the baby. Don’t lose the baby.

Baby. Baby! Babeeee  mine.

Eight by eight and six foot under, a bare bulb burning holes in the too dark darkness as it swings with the surges of the wind throwing shadows on the faces of the mass of huddled mass. Bulk of strangers.  Come on down. You’re out of time. Hand the baby over.

The wind is screaming, the baby shrieking. You’re out of time. Sweaty hands around you, a ragdoll in their arms.

The door slams shut above you, the lock is slid in place.

Time passes without measure.

You cannot see a face.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hour 6: Snake and Mouse

Snake and Mouse

Eyelid slide, shutter click

Bristle of fur, whisker twitch

A furious beat, a tiny heart

A drum, a time piece, with no escapement.

 

All the while, scales of gold

Moving, articulated, slow

A calculation, a maneuver

Black-eyed, dead-eyed, taught.

 

Inevitable darkness falls,

A being’s true nature calls

contraction, constriction,

A gentle slide to oblivion.

Cinquain #1

Anger –
jagged heat.
roll, tear, burst!
leaving me small.
Fury