Before Darkness
Before Darkness
Angry rainfall growls
Before darkness landed in
Bringing daylight hope
(Haiku, hour 7 @Mejia2019)
Muses
Stairs leading up…
no wait, down…
OH! sideways.
a door to …
a door to…
a window?
tendrils of song
undulating salsa
capitulate through hookah fog
specters swim close..
touch and slide away
Calliope murmurs pronouncements
tempered in undertone
meanings only suggested
through collusion of imagery
Prompt #5 Dreaming out loud
I have five minutes to live, what's going to happen in 5 minutes? The flight is going to run out of fuel the plane is struggling to find landing we are surrounded by water on all sides in a war torn region. Missiles fly, Bombs explode. Next thing I know, the captain announces Brace for crash! Brace for crash! Oxygen masks fall down, I grasp mine holding on tightly with that little bleak sight of hope that convinces me it's not over. To keep fighting on. I turn blank, I can't keep up with the instructions I am panicking, Fear sets in. Regret takes over As I wished all those times instead of ignoring those instructions Had I paid the slightest attention to those instructions I bet I would've been alright. If only... I break into a cold sweat If only... My face turns red. Bracing for the fall Gravity don't fail me now... The plane is free falling I see my entire life flash before my eyes... The wind almost tears through my skin as I brace for impact. I land on my bed It's soft. I'm surprised! I was going to die. And my face and body is drenched from all the cold sweat. It all felt so real and traumatic I cried my heart out. -Janice Raquela Mendonca
2019 – Five – the madness of poets, bunnies, dust, and meat
there are bunnies made of dust
and bunnies made of meat
hit by cars made out of rust
and steel out on the street
and all of them are dead
dust bunnies rusty sweet
old cars that wheel like ghosts
and hares i’ll never meet
the rabbit in the hole
the rabbit in glade
and alice she’s gone old,
and rocks out in the shade
of trees she could have climbed
in parks where she once played
when wonderland was new
before it was betrayed
we’ve lost our faith in alice
and in white rabbits too
we’ve placed our trust in cash
and in bright autos too
but cash shrinks in the wash
and rust comes home to roost
when all we do is watch
false pictures of what’s true
so i’m collecting bunnies
the bunnies made of dust
to hide them from the cars
the automatic rust
someday they’ll come alive
as i believe they must
cause wonderland is real to me
it’s real life i don’t trust.
one day you’ll seek to find me
one day you’ll feel so old
but i’m not what you’ll see
i feel i’ll have gone bold
and feral like a bunny
and shaken off the scold
of rust and meat and real life
and chased a rabbit down a hole
Power of Three (hour 5)
In tarot, the three of swords
warns of conflict, sorrow, and heartache.
Three sharpened swords pierce a heart
at three harsh angles.
Brother. Father. You.
I can feel the three of swords pulse in my deck,
jump under my fingers,
singing of my past, present, and future.
I learned quickly that
bad things happen in threes —
and knowing that, doesn’t make
anything easier.
Frozen in Time
Poem 5
Frozen in Time
By: Ashley L Powers
Every time I close my eyes
I remember you in your last days
Your eyes big with fright
Tears streaming down your face
I remember it like it happened yesterday
The day cancer took you away
…..Memories I wish could be erased
dream-time remembering
ancient symbols of burning gold
set in stone. pressed like buttons
a sacred code
secret doorway opening
must be kept safe
from thee
claustrophic seeds are sown
through the cramped tight,
wet hallways
once arm embracing
a fully rounded womb
the other hand clutched to hers
“this child comes soon”
must be kept safe
from thee
a repeated mystery
Amanda Potter©: 2019 Poetry Marathon
Conspiracy
they
don’t
want you to know.
MAGIC
is everywhere.
to fortify!
to power!
to prevail!
they
would
keep this from you, if
they
could.
they cannot.
it is your birthright.
City Rain
city rain paints rainbows around haloed lights
splashes colors that confuse in the addled dark
Iridescent, luminous, neon screams
hurtling through streets saturated with primary hues
streaming whites of glaring headlights
blind us to what might come
drizzling drops, rivulets forming streams
red streaks along the pavement
obscure, abstract visions in a deluge
colors fade with the dissipating storm
a world that changes green to stone
returns once more to ashen grey