The Poetry Marathon

Prompt 5 (hour 4) star image ~

 

The nights you call to me

you have to see this

your face as bright as Venus

that star we know is love

and here: in the garden

on the patio     outside the door

not laying on a table for discovery

by some medical student

promised your remains

‘just in case it all goes wrong’

 

The stars almost as bright as fireflies

which cluster like incandescent grapes

within the sheltering branches

of the tulip poplar next door

or those: the fireflies Morse coding

some unfathomable message I know

only because you are here

beckoning me to join you

alive    breathing

as bright as starlight

but closer

The Copper Bar

The copper bar
When polished correctly
Could reflect your face

The copper bar
Held up
Our drinks, food, sleepy heads and dreams

The copper bar
Was neutral ground
Where we were all equal

The copper bar
Was where I sat
As I watched the storm roll in

The copper bar
Was where I learned
Certain friends will always stop to help

The copper bar
Was where I first saw
A body shot off of a beautiful blond

The copper bar
I swore on
To never try coke or meth

The copper bar
That’s no longer there
Just a scar in the floor

The copper bar
And it’s brassy glow
Shines still on the memory of my 20s

Mystified

Each day I look around me, searching
for those little things that lend
a burst of joy,
a feeling of refreshment
to a stale day.

Like a moth on an orange slice, I am captivated
by those small things that
too often go unnoticed.
I may feel small, but I am surrounded
by things bigger than myself,
I become that moth

I feel the sticky wedge beneath my legs,
I smell the citrus in the air, overpowering.
I see my wings, gargantuan next to my small frame
but more beautiful than anything I’ve seen before
I taste the tart juice, and savor this moment of clarity

We are surrounded by adventure and amazement
though it is not always our own.
How often do you stop to absorb it?
To really appreciate it?

Hour 4, Prompt #5

How can you look at this
and not see
a political statement?!

The obvious juxtaposition
of fresh and dried; of fruit
and seed; of sharp and soft;
of stiff and flowing…

Texture, size, density;
color, habit, origin;
and all gathered together
in one gorgeous, harmonious
blended whole.

Maybe florists
should run the world.

sarahw

Star Falls

Each star shines its way to Earth
only to learn it has died.
In this magical corner of our World,
they slide down the fall instead,
becoming one with the waters that reflect them.

 

Hour 4 Stars

 

 

I am entranced by the stars

Small beings of light

Filling the sky with promise

We know we are not alone

So infinitesimally small

In a Universe so huge, so epic

We bow to our inconsequence

Stars above

Small beings of light

Pointing our direction

Filling our wonder

Guiding our journeys

We are bigger than we imagine

Smaller than we believe

With vast possibilities

As far as we dare to see.

(a cherita)

the butterfly prefers

a slice of orange
to the dense bouquet

the ornamental
roses and filler blossoms
not at all to its taste

Hour 4

Even shorter form this time. My date’s here. 😉 

I’ll find you

I will find you in your darkness

and resurrect your deepest fears

please love,

whisper in my ears your secrets

like black diamonds on your tongue

that I’ll unearth

hold close to me

protected forever they will be

Little Goblin Men

Skinned knees and loud voices
Constant movement
Constant yelling
Everything is a game
And everything is funny

So full of emotion and love,
Told to tamp it down and keep it in.

Forced into dresses and skirts.
Unsure about why their body is changing
Unsure about what it means to be a “woman.”
Don’t really want to be a woman.

Little goblin boys grew into princesses
and now must learn how to be men.

(written for the 11am hour on my phone in a Dunkin Donuts.)