The Poetry Marathon

7. Inside out

She turned her life inside out
How you might ask
She went in to her cobweb filled brain
She swept thoroughly and left it clean
A new slate one might say
She bought the most expensive portion
To stick the broken bits of her heart together
This took time but it had to be done
Last but not least for she still had miles to go and hills and valleys to climb and descend
She bought herself a new dress and walked to the park
And watched the fountain dance to the wind
And the birds sing to each other
She turned her life inside out

Hour 7

Already on the 7th poem!! I can’t believe I have already made it this far!! I could probably do slightly longer poems but I am happy with what I am writing.

Missing You

I hear your voice and I look up

My eyes follow you through the room

Mind racing all thoughts on you

Breathing deeply to calm myself

Taking careful steps to you

Leading my heart forward

Finally letting myself try

Trying for what I have wanted

Something more with you

Even if it has been a while since I’ve seen you

7 – my maze –

My echoes called in on the way to yesterday

I think the pretty little verses have gone and lost their way,

if you find them hanging out, don’t let them stop and play,

send them home immediately so l can rest today.

 

-s.j.duncan-

 

 

where silence lives

where silence lives

 

The spaces in between thoughts –

that’s where silence lives

or wisdom

or something I will never get to because my mind won’t stop filling with your eyes

or the memory of your whispers in my hair.

 

I try to get back to those spaces in between thoughts

but there is no more silences in my head.

Those spaces are filled with grains of sand and sea shells and sunsets

and the scent of coconut and sunshine.

 

The spaces in between thoughts –

that’s where you live so no one can find you and steal you

or force you into places accessible by day light.

 

I like you best in darkness and shadow

where my skin glows with the light with which you filled me

by the light of our bodies

and the stillness of our longing

I find you –

I find you in those spaces between thoughts

and desires –

for all I wanted and didn’t know I needed

in those silences between thoughts.

R. L. Elke

© Aug 5/17 prompt 6

 

 

 

PC for Old

 

Marketers fear loss of fixed income spending.

We become Senior Citizens.

We buy the Silver insurance plans.

We become mature and vintage,

Classic not antique.

We’re “of a certain age”.

What age is that?

We’re timeless and ageless beauties.

Sexagenarian has the word “sex”.

These are the Golden Years.

 

I’ll still spend my social security checks

Without the condescending bull shit.

Give me my Old Lady Discount.

I earned it.

It’s not profanity;

Please call me “Old”.

 

prompt seven

 

Walk away from me

So I can see you

Hands of a lover or do they smother

My soul seems blurry

 

Walk away from me

So we can get closer

I need to breathe

In order to feel

 

Walk away from me

Just for a bit

I need hands free in order to see

Will I miss you?

 

Or do I just miss me?

Poem 7: Inside thoughts

Say what you want,
and speak your mind,
be it the most hateful desire
or vengeful act of crime.

Even a selfish wish,
as you yourself may find
may be worth pursuing
for the sake of this short time.

The Beginning is the end. Prompt 7

If I bring you the whole bush

It’ll be a chill time

But I know better now

I hope you like these flowers

Words are fun to write

Here is where it starts

Words are out of sight

Picking them took hours

I’ll bring you the whole Bush somehow.

Just another way to kill time.

The flowers won’t die or smush.

Asleep at Night

I lay asleep at night,
wondering, in a daze,
wishing for some Lemon Haze.
To take away the pain,
to finally let me spend my nights away.
Away in place with no bothers or worries!
A place it feels like I have been for days.

Big Brown Eyes

Do you see that girl with the big brown eyes,
The one with the radiant smile?
Do you notice her walk
Or would you rather hear her talk?
What is it about her that makes you stare?
What is it about her that makes you care?

Do you see that girl with the big brown eyes?
The one who’s tired of listening to lies?
Don’t you wonder why she no longer smiles?
Have you ever wondered who she really is?
And what it would be like to see her laugh?
Did you notice her tears
When she turned your way?
Maybe not, ‘cos she blinked them away.

Do you see the girl with the big, brown eyes?
The one you promised you’d never hurt?
Do you remember her voice?
Do you recall her hope?
You ended it all with one quick choice
And didn’t once think how she’d feel?
Do you see the girl with the big, brown eyes,
The one who forces a smile
While deep down she wonders why.