What is love?
What is love
Please let me know
Florida Texas Indiana
Because love is love
Right?
Hour 8 – Light Cycles
Finger intertwined, arms outstretch gossamer sleeves and golden hooded gowns you rise above the plains, the meadow then dip below and kiss the beau who wakes the bride to watch your glorious radiance alight the morning sky Minutes pass as your reach higher more radiant with each passing moment cheer and play swarm under winged insects bathe and delight in the warmth and glow you provide as you give your all across the land for each living thing to grow and thrive Then as you tire and wane a bit your youthful souls fall adrift while gravity pulls you toward the earth daffodils bow their heads, theatrics and watercolors in the sky unite the mantis rest their head stars await their entrance, suspended in flight Your life you gave for the glorious day to illuminate the lost along the way nurture the creatures, the being, the moss giving hope to souls who once felt lost and now your time to rest has come and in the morning dispell the night and wake us with your morning light
What is love?
Love is honey running through my veins
Love is soft as a pillow
Love is a blossoming flower
strong enough to withstand hurricanes
Love doesn’t leave room for confusion
Love is loud and clear
Love is the tender hand, on my hand
Love is a smooth touch
Love is a warm freshly baked bread
Love is my mother’s cooking
It’s hard to write all the things that love is
because love is everything and everywhere to see
Rachnoc haiku 10 hour 10
Sack falls in the tank,
Rachnoc’s tentacles moving,
Cast into the light.
What is Love to Me ( Prompts hour 10)
What is love to me?
It is my mother’s beautiful hungry eyes
watching us eat her meal.
Hour 10: WHAT IS LOVE TO A BROKEN POET?
my pen dances to the rhythms of grief
like a mighty cow trampling the field for green food.
I hold its tip_ each drop of ink is a dedication
to the unfading scars hung on my flesh.
just then, a lassie walks majestically into my life
singing a strange song with lyrics of love.
She attempts to steal away my heart
but I have locked it already
yet she tries to con me with a romantic accent
which my heart pays no attention to.
She introduces the subtitles of love,
preaching hard to convert my soul
yet her sermon makes no sense to me
cause in my own story, love is an outcast
with a pungent smell of disgusted air.
She is unwanted, for her presence stinks away my sanity.
In my heart, I strike out the letters that spell love
cause love is nothing but the epitome of grief.
The 2023 Texas Drought – Hour Ten
The 2023 Texas Drought
Crunchy grass and muggy air
Another drought filled night
No hint of rain found anywhere
On this September night
It’s been this way, all summer heat
Without any relief
The forecast promising deceit
Just adding to our grief
The plants are dead, the grass is brown
The wildlife is trying
But even still, across our town
So many things are dying
A summer unlike what we’ve known
In many years, if ever
We need to see the storms at home
How much a grand endeavor
Our planet in a periled state
Is screaming a forewarning
We need to change, if not too late
To stop this time of mourning
If summer has been but a test
It has shown all too well
We would all be very hard pressed
To live our days in Hell.
What Is Love…If Not Beautiful -10/24
Love is a wonderful thing to be in
It is growth, change and so many things.
It’s an experience we all deserve to be in.
~Rebeli
Think Twice
Hour Nine Dansa form
Think Twice before you burn the bridge
or one must learn to swim
in a stalemate none can win
unless the slights one acknowledge
for a new start to begin
before you burn the bridge.
Think Twice before you burn the bridge
or fashion yourself a boat
and sail back to where hope does float
before you burn that bridge.
Think Twice before you burn the bridge
For there’s no traveling to the past
Time moves forward with no room for ash
when you burn that bridge.