Door

When living in the same
house,
sharing the same roof and wood
with a man
who shared my intimacy
with his friends.

After many storms
and acid words,
I used his door
to reach my place.
I saw him sitting
on his bed, staring at me,
I turned my head to push
the door and felt
his arms holding my hips,
pulling me towards his chest,
those fingers crossing
my lines,
caressing the shape of my
breast.

His lips kissed mine,
all the dislike I felt for him
were gone while
exchanging energy.
I ended up pushing
that door quite often
to satisfy my thirst
of lust and pleasure
with the man I once
hated intensely.

What Is Love? [Hour 10: 2023, Half Marathon] – Prompted

 

Love…
The root and bane of existence;

What is Love?…
Courage and persistence,
Purification,
Motivation,
in the face of Resistance.

Blink and you’ll miss it
– some hold,
others wish it.

Love is Truth;
and Truth is Verity.
Love is the Star
– the guiding light of all Humanity.

HOUR 8

(Use at least 5 of the following 10 words: beet, jacket, elk, carport, tremor bayou, elbow, lightbulb, cinnamon, bucket)

 

ADVENTURES WITH MILES THE ELK HERDER

Miles was a seasoned elk herder

Working for pleasure and cash.

Wearing his camouflage jacket

Through mountains and hillsides he’d dash.

 

He would head out early each morning

With his Cinnamon Latte in hand.

Enjoying a day in the sunshine

Herding elk all over the land.

 

He’d been walking awhile so he took pause

Laying down in the grass in the sun.

Propped up on his elbow he shouted

Damn my life is so fun!

 

OI’ Miles, he made lots of money

And he carefully invested each bill.

For soon he planned to retire.

Just the thought of it gave him the chills.

 

He’d invested  some dollars in beet farms

Those funds made his bank account grow.

Once retired he’d take all his money

And move to a place void of snow.

 

The day finally came, Miles retired

With bucket list firmly in hand.

Pulling out from his carport he shouted

Damn my life is so grand!

 

With all his excitement and laughter

Miles had a bit of bad luck

He failed to stop at the red light

And was hit by an on coming truck.

 

Miles and his car went a rollin’

Over and over the hill

Miles struggled and climbed from the wreckage

What he saw next would give him a chill (and not the good kind)

 

His money he had all in small bills

Which had flown from his car and was found

Being grabbed up by those passing by then

Snatched up before touching the ground.

 

The ironic twist to this ending

Miles discovered and caused him to faint

The roadside was covered in red ooze

Wasn’t blood, and not even paint.

 

You see the truck that had hit him

Lost it’s load all over the ground,

The red stuff was actually beet juice

From a farm on the west side of town.

 

Luckily Miles had a good sense of humor

About starting his work life once more.

But the next time he invests in some beet juice

It will be at his town grocery store.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Exhaustion

 

The tired stalks me relentlessly

with a smirk that warns

she’s been gracious enough to spare me

but only for so much longer

(Hour 10)

post 10, image

10

heifer

she raised her head to watch me
prey animal to predator
when you know,
you know to keep an eye out against the new,
to be careful,
to hope for the handout of hay,
for the return to the herd
for the sweetness of salt
for the tender grass, good weather and not too many ticks

for sharper horns and a gentle bull
next time of her own breed
and a calf not too big to birth

for clear air and cooler weather

Poem for Hour Ten (10/24)

A great, soft, alabaster egg with pink face and stocky legs,

Northern-giant petrels following ships, bold beak into frigid wind.

Teeming with seabirds,

Antarctic Tern, diving, kelp gull, snatching,

Rough pebble nests fascilliate planned hatching of

Chinstrap penguins! A visual delight to behold!

The style and poise of a macaroni penguin, skeptical-looking and

Indignant.

Cape petrel’s cookies and cream coloring make it

A welcome sight.

prompt #10 — what is love

What is love, my son once asked me

You said it lasts forever.

But Uncle John left cousin Daniel

And Aunt Jane.

Will Daddy leave us?

Never, I replied to my son.

Yet, what is love but grief postponed?

Death will part us all, no matter

how faithful we remain.

Nothing, the Buddha tells us,

lasts forever. Only change.

So what is love if not grief

in waiting? Handmaiden to bliss

grief stands in its shadow

wearing widows weeds

watching      listening       waiting

LDR Meetups-Hour Nine

What is love?

When I look at his face,

and there’s that devilish smirk.

And I know that he’s testing me,

and I would still marry that damn man,

but that’s love.