The Poetry Marathon

Death and the Ark

The sun shone brightly,
we, children of our parents
playing effortlessly, laughing, running, not a care in the world.

Soldiers marching in the street
people lifelessly falling to the earth, rat-a-tat-tat,rat-a-tat,
distant scared-to-death-screaming, scrambling to get under-cover.

Please, God, let me hide, in the closet, a soldier screams loudly to the little girl in German.

As i close my eyes, the vision of pooling red blood is all i can see as i lay quietly praying not to be noticed.

Walking, walking, walking, alone.
I see a hill in the distance,
people weary, hungry, scared,
carrying weeping babies, ushering the elderly up higher with each labored breath.

Where is my brother? I can’t see my parents as I search the crowds that are gathering at the top.

There are sheep, goats, cows, ducks, dogs! Where is my dog, is she here? I frantically call her name, then stop abruptly when i see a tall, humble looking younger man leading those who are gone astray to an Ark!

Tho’it’s on a hill in the form of a building, i slowly enter and see my brother and my dog!

What a joyous occasion! We are all safe for now, far away from the fighting and chaos. But where
are my parents?

5. The Messenger V

Four years have gone

I can’t believe it

Since I started writing

About my future and

It started Manifesting

More and often bigger

Than I ever imagined

Now, I am pushing it to the next level

Writing the story of

How it all happened

And is still happening

Exactly as I wrote it and beyond

The best part is that

If I want to re-write

Any part of any story

I can update it easily

Ambiguity

I entered my home and found myself in a fish market
Where I dipped my hand in a tub
And emerged with a fish, wriggling out of my grasp.

A tiny bottle flew to my other hand
And I squeezed,
The scent of sampaguita wafting to my nostrils.

A door opened and I could swear that I saw my priest
Lying on the bed, his innards on display,
His faint Our Father floating towards my ears

As I climbed down the stairs to the bottom of the ocean
Where the bed was made of soft rocks.
I picked one, read about my future,
And somewhere, a ringing was telling someone
That there wasn’t enough time
To feast on the waterfalls.

A Night With Old Tree Before the City Cut It Down

 

 

 

 

in the throes of slumber

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In my dreams I dream of you

the softest spot in my heart is reserved for you

across the hall & past the shells you used to collect as a kid

stands a velvet sofa

and pictures of all the times i told you i love you (they clutter the room; do not blame me for being sentimental)

where we can sit, and just for a little while

the world goes quiet

and the only things still existing

are a little you

and a little me

MEANDERING AT NIGHT

MEANDERING AT NIGHT

Every night I leave,
I fly, I fall to earth
failing to capture
that feeling in daylight
of joyful abandon and
fearless dream journeys

Every night I leave
Pulled out by angels
wanting to play
with my soul after
I kneel to pray
begging for another day

Every night I leave
praying for health
instead of wealth
Begging forgiveness
upon my bended knee
waiting to fly and see
what God desires from me

© Diane Morinich
All Rights Reserved

Too close

Everything in this city is just too close to me

Too loud, too dirty, too bright, too tall

But most importantly,

Every on this fucking subway is too close to me

I am sitting

The man spreading his legs wide, arguing about fantasy football over text on my left

The woman with thicc thighs watching tv on her phone to my right

The fifty or so people crammed in front of me, arms and shoulders all presses together

Pretending that they aren’t screaming internally

The middle aged man wearing ill fitting trousers has his crotch right in my face

Everyone is way too close

I can smell them

Someone needs to shower bad

Oh for ducks sake someone farted

The putrid smell is slowly taking over

What did they eat last night???

I can feel their flesh pressing up against mine

This is way more intimate than I want to go, they haven’t even bought me dinner yet

A sneeze

Great

Now we are all sick

I hate this city

And I hate this subway car

Oh shit, it’s my stop. Gotta get off

Until next time train.

I will not miss you

 

 

Hour #5, Prompt #6

WILD NATURE

It’s an ordinary day. I’m driving
my morning’s scheduled routine, when
thundering across the near horizon I hear,
before seeing, a herd of wild mustangs,
hundreds of them

spilling in round-rumped abandon
through meadow and crossing ahead—
a mingling of manes, arced tails a blur
of exhilaration – nobly

proclaiming with whited eyes
their surprise at this galloped
layering of worlds, pulsing forward|
unhindered

the rumbling waves tumble now
through open window,
sweat scented freedom compelling
and feral, calling me distant,
deep and wild.

The rhythm resolves as the
herd hurries on. I return to my day,
to what is planned
and not.

sarahw