A Triolet: an Ode to my Pen (prompts for hour 11)

how wonderful it is that you speak like me

even oceans spring forth from thee.

you interpret crude images in me

how wonderful it is that you speak like me.

even trees beg they be used by thee,

you slender beauty of ink that compliments me.

how wonderful it is that you speak like me;

even oceans spring forth from thee.

Bridge of Two Hearts

BRIDGE OF 2 HEARTS

Bridge of two hearts

Standing tall in the rocky mountains

Bridge of two hearts

Covered in footsteps of

mutual despair

Bridge of two hearts

Shaking in the stormy voices

of unwanted truth

Bridge of two hearts

Held tight to the ground

Surviving the stampede of mutual joy

Unbreakable

My Magick Pen

My pen is more than just a pen

It bleeds words from the soul

It’s connected to the universe

In ways most will never know

It holds a spark of the divine

It’s more than just a muse

At times the words it pours out

Are sent by my Goddess, too

It isn’t just a plastic Bic

It’s contents made in Taiwan

It contains the dust of galaxies

That many more will cry on

It bleeds the stories of my past

And sometimes the path before me

My pen is more than just a pen

It’s blessed and extraordinary

I’m just the humble servant

Who’s been blessed to write the words

Sent to me through my pen

From the cosmic universe.

~Mandy Kocsis©2023~

What is love? – Hour 10, Prompt 10

What is love?

Just a little kiss

even a small tryst

a shy, crooked smile.

 

Sometimes, oft

what love is

cannot be bought

just given.

 

A special treat

clean house, and neat

dinner and sweets

amour under sheets.

 

Even a spring walk

holding hands in a park

a close embrace, face on face

love is an odyssey, not a race.

Love is never letting go

even in old age, we know

keeping love alive is best

until love takes eternal rest.

 

– Sandra Johnson, 9-2-2023

 

Prompt 9

Each Season

smells differently

cinnamon pairs well to adventures to the Bayou

beware of tremors caused by insects

wandering through the gulf coast

Elbows scarred by skimping on sunscreen

Buckets of comfort filled with

southern memories

Ode to the Air Conditioner – Hour Eleven

Ode to the Air Conditioner

Oh! A/C how I praise thee!
Through all these hot summer days
I may sometimes hide beneath blankets
But you’re here in my debt and my praise
I would never make it without you
With you, I’ve the strength to subsist
You help me to maintain my focus
You make sure that I can exist

All hail thee, mighty A/C friend
You’re always there when I need
Sometimes I feel I abuse you
But you see it as part of your creed
You know that the heat leaves me restless
It ravages body and mind
But you remain true to your purpose
The most loyal friend I can find

Oh A/C! You know all my strong points
You know all my weaknesses too
I owe my good health to your presence
I thank you for staying so true
Summer heat, humid days and my asthma
Are not the three best things that should mix
But I’ll bow my head now before you
For the temp read of seventy-six!

Extraordinary Ordinary (Poem 11)

Extraordinarily Ordinary

 

What I used to do as a chiropractor

seemed like an ordinary mechanical action.

Something or things were out of place,

put them back where they should be.

 

Sometimes I heard medical doctors speak

disparagingly at what we did and say that

the laying on of hands might have some effect

as if the rest meant nothing.

 

When I started practice I thought my technique

was ninety percent of what I did and was very

diligent at being the best that I could be.

 

Lessons came flooding in the first few years.

The time I really wanted someone with sciatica

to get better and started getting sciatica myself.

The lesson was to do my best but not be attached

to the results, not take it on.

 

There were the many times I was getting behind on

my schedule but had to realize that what I did was too

important to rush. And old Amish saying always popped

(pun intended) into my mind in those times, “The faster

I go the behinder I get.” So I slowed down to speed up.

 

One time I came to treat a patient after I had an upsetting phone

discussion with an insurance person about a different

patient. She said to me, “What did I do?”

 

The time I was frustrated by a patient who wasn’t getting better

and asked her if she really wanted to get better. She said yes but the

next time in admitted she looked inward and agreed that she really

didn’t want to…and then started getting better.

 

Not everyone got better, but I can now say with certainty

that I tried my best with every patient I ever treated. And the

ninety percent technique that I started out thinking the case,

became fifty one percent intent by the time I retired.

 

I learned that caring is the heart of this life

and I’ve learned that carries over to everything.

 

Life shines through death

I created a work of art as a gift for my sister on her twentieth birthday. I painted 20 different candlesticks to represent each year of her life. I integrated a poem within the blank spaces. This masterpiece was a symbol of the gift of her two decades alive. One of the candles is her body. Each of her hands are the candle holders. The painting is truly the perfect gift to symbolize the celebration of life itself. I gave her the painting and read the poem aloud, she melted like one of the candles in it.  That was the last time I saw my sister. She died the next day. God I miss her. Yet her light won’t go away. At her funeral, I read the poem within the painting a second time. A poem created in honor of her life ended up being a part of her death too. We are the light. We shine bright. Like a candle in the wind her spirit is free. Dancing in the sky of eternity. My sweet shimmering sister, your spirit sings “let it burn, I’ll never leave”

Where Do You Go? (Poem 7)

Chasing
Running
Sprinting
Constantly on-the-go
What are we seeking?

Pausing
Relaxing
Reflecting
Taking a break
When do we do that?

The excuse, no time
The outcome, never satisfying

Who to blame?
The system, or
The follower?

prompt 10 – What is Love

Prompt 10 – What is love

 

What is Love

 

Well,

love hurts,

some people

can’t help falling in love,

they make it their

love story,

at the end of the day

all you need is love,

once I was

crazy in love,

after we split

I’ll never love again,

was it actually

true love?

I know others who a great

love song,

I do believe

when love takes over,

then I can say

I believe in a thing called love,

maybe then I’ll say

I just called to say I love you,

now I just need

someone to love,

so if you have

somebody to love,

then ask them

can you feel the love.