The Poetry Marathon

It’ll Be Okay

Darkness is safe when the light goes dull

Darkness is a comfort when the noise pounds against your skull

Darkness is an abyss, a void for ever falling through

Darkness is where, to most, hope no longer grew

But darkness embraces you with cold arms

Darkness is aware of the triggering alarms

It’s silent, it listens, it lets you fall

Until you’re ready to land into light and stand tall

Perhaps beyond the abyss there lies a light

There is no tunnel but hope is in sight

Perhaps we’re facing up, we can’t see what awaits us after the tumble

There is a light that will have us crumble

But we’ll stand back up, new found hope

And we’ll navigate through that messy slope

And darkness will be there, ready with a rope

To pull us back in case we falter and need to silently cope

But hope will be a spark, a star, or a flame within our eyes

And we’ll be ready to grab onto it after hard tries

Hope will have us soaring the skies

No giving up, we’ll keep walking yelling battle cries

Aspiration

 

If you believe yourself, it’s a desire
Today’s failures shows the way to success
Hope reveals your fears in your destiny
Not with doubts, it’s a light for morrow.

In every humans’ heart, there’s an aim
To your journey some invisible hand
Encourages, inspires your ambitions
it’s a link wire to challenges of today
it zooms possibilities of coming time.

Hope is a key to safeguard your ideas
When every one after certain threatens
they stand to spin their earnings
without, there’s no scope of after times.

 

prompt -24

Hour -24

LONGING (hour xxiv)

There is something profound about expectation
when it visits you and takes a dispirited seat
in your living room, even as the air heats with trepidation

It’s like a shield, towering high up the roof
sitting in serenity like a canopy of glittering clouds
swollen with dreamy vapor, to rain down on us

It’s unseen, untouchable, yet unquestionable
It radiates the warmth of a dogged Samaritan
full of life, full of charge, vigilant upon our desires

You never can see it, even in its most prodigious presence
In the matter of a miss, it evaporates into something you can’t hold
diffusing your hopes out, disputing the profundity of expectation

As the peering eyes can see in the darkest part of the night
As wounds mend with a mystery we are yet to comprehend
As time heals like yesterday was never a contender

So also hope stays rooted in the sands of existence
with roots channeled through paths of sustenance
waiting for the smell of water to sprout again

Fleas (prompt 24)

Only a flea of hope.. ‘But fleas ain’t easy to rid’ -Meronym, Cloud Atlas

faithfulness and resilience
may just be strong genetic tendencies
like what you’d see in certain breeds of dogs
definition in specific areas

they drive me
pull me against my will at times
they do not let me lie down
they do not let me give in

though I scratch at them
I do not find that they are eased
fleas of hope that spread at a pace
even my own mind cannot keep up with

Hour 19 :

Potholes-

a portal for insects to escape the politics

 

Under construction –

a place I would never call home

 

Exotic-

the trees that don’t just provide shade

Hiding from Myself

I want to write a poem

About how I feel

But it’s hard to explain

How hard it is

To be autistic and at the same time

Somewhat normal

And still be bisexual

Along with nonbinary

Add in being a birthmother

And all the things that come with

Mental health problems

It is difficult to say this to anyone

Especially myself

Bless the day I would learn to love new beginnings.

Bless the day I would learn to love new beginnings.

 

The day the thing in your body broke,

Someone with a strange face discovered the crack.

The day you broke, the day you discovered you were

The thing that broke, my then strong arm wasn’t strong

Enough to hold this darkness against the thing

Around your neck; this long chain of slavery.

When the days break, we would all bless the dawn

By forgetting all the wrong people that died with petals

In their mouth; bless them; bless their names—flowers.

I bless god for the strong bone of surviving another

Night but who do I tell I do not seek dawn that much?

Who do I tell to teach my tongue to bless this twin

Daughter cell of exit wounds; this twin daughter of dawn,

Who do I tell to pray for me?, that may this new dawn,

Wash me clean like prayers wash my mother’s feet—

Like silence, slowly shifting this cracking dawn into exile.

Ride

weightless.

Motion rising.

Lift off.

Heart racing.

smiles form.

Crying is heard.

Fun and scary.

Not for everyone.

2023 Poem Eighteen

Lay down with me and

carve your name into my bones

but it’s already there

Hour 24 – Mountain of Hope

Precariously trailing the crest of the mountain
seeking relief in the canyon below
darkness calling, caressing my sadness 
silence delivering a salve to my soul

The mountain and I together embrace
the ails of the world that won't mend
love, respect, tolerance have been erased
replaced by hatred, greed, disgrace...

Suffering losses beyond measure
the mountain has witnessed a lifetime
of nature's abuse and lost treasure
if human the suffering would be a crime

Sadness swells and the earth starts to shudder
tears from heaven fall upon my face
a loud voice climbs up the canyon
its sonorous notes the silence replaces

Please do not lay down your sword
fight for the land, the sky, the ocean, and all
your trying alone gives us hope
you must return home and answer the call