The Truth In Lies Poem#8
Silver Sneakers or No Copay?
EeeeGads!
It’s that time again.
Oh that I were 30 years younger and knew then
How demoralizing health insurance would be
for baby boomers!
I’d have stashed away all my petty cash,
Now I know why they called it “petty”!
I’d have put more pockets in my bloomers,
Left room for more than tissues!
There’d be nice deep pockets for 100’s and 50’s with extra velcro!
By now my piggy-bank would rival any bull on wallstreet,
And I could negotiate and shop for the best doctors.
Oh my!
What to buy!
Medicare Advantage or a Supplement?
Advantage schmantage!
I don’t even like glitzy sneakers!
Supplement? I thought they were vitamins and
I have a drawer full.
Who knew…
So, it’s that time again…
What to do???
A Smile
Darling
Turn up your mouth
Push the ends to the sky
Share the joy of your soul with me
Please smile
The move (my attempt at prompt 6)
Abrupt, full of doubt, steady movement
swollen ankles, motion sickness
broken charger, new journal 5 pages full,
heavy clouds, cool breezes, police lights,
hotel rooms, bus rides, unfinished apartment, cancelled debit card, missing my kids,
sleeping on floor, broken friendship, airports
dead cousin, funeral, pregnancy, hail storm,
totaled car, new job, new daycare, new strangers,
and I would do it all again
minus the cousin and funeral part
something about being alone.
HUNTING MOREL MUSHROOMS
Under the moist blanket of pine needles
and cool, dark, loose soil,
early afternoon,
though the veil of pine trees dropping
its shroud of duskiness over the forrest;
and in places we looked yesterday,
we find popping up those familiar
dark veiny fungus popping up over the grove;
soon our afternoon crop will be cleaned
and become part of a supper also
gleaned from the land –
our land fertile and abundant.
Michellia D. Wilson 8/13/2016
Hour 7: Dr. Frankenstein and Mrs. Hyde
Let me tell you the story of the things that I did
To silence one of the dual voices in my head
Let me confess to you the sins which I so lately hid
Unearth my past mistakes and return them from the dead
Once I was haunted, ever hunted by my darkest side
My mathematics grew erratic, my sciences fell mad
Broken, I was taken and found release within my Hyde
We began work on an abomination, a new vessel for our dyad
Parts and pieces, bits and bones, a heart torn from its cage
We pillaged and we plundered all, foul deeds and filthy means
A golem of our base desires, born bleeding from our rage
Inherited of our insidious genes, gestated in our infernal machines
We worked with fevered frenzy moulding ichors, adipose, guck
Daydream sewn to nightmare sewn to fantasy
Boredom sewn to suffering sewn to ecstasy
Everything we had we spent by the time the lightning struck
The last patchwork piece affixed in its place
The flesh for its features cut from my own face
My secret sickness now made manifest for all the world to see
I created a monster, and the monster is me
I am not sure I have been adding my posts correctly so here are the first five
Poetry marathon responses to prompts– I am working on number 6, the Haibun
9 am End
An End
1.Ending means excitement
wait is over
Baby arrives
Christmas is here
Paradise claimed
Celebration begins
2.—never forget
I can never forget
So, the day began
as always with a call from the nurse
at my doorway
not sure where I am
or why there is a nurse calling to me
the breakfast tray comes
the eggs look familiar
taste like nothing
didn;t I have this same meal
yesterday?
or another day?
A cheerful young woman
fluffs my pillow as I sit
up and murmmurs something
about activities
she seems familiar.
Still another girl
cones in to help me dress.
When did I acquire servants?
Around mid-day I hear something
something that indeed I do recognize
a voice.
“Hi Mom, How are you today?”
A kiss.
She loves me. It;s my daughter.
That I never can forget.
- Before Darkness
Sky colors burst into a riot of red and purple
Birds streaked by on their way home
I spied a sliver of moon in the bit of blue
remaining
then sun closed down his light
disappearing into the water
Horizon line blurred as dark water and dark sky
slowly became one
as darkness spread.
4.Write a ten line poem
Then add ten more, interspersed
Then take away eight
Who is sleeping
I woke up in the middle of the night
The frogs were calling out
So loudly
I loked out side the window
Saw a cat by the endege of the pon
Was he awtcing for a stry carp
Those were mostly heron prey
Was he watching for a frog
Was that to be his food today
Itappedn onteh window pane
——–oops I have exceeded the ten
To see if when I saw his face
I would rcognixe the cat
As coming from someone someplace
I knew
For someohoen that feline
Shape
Silver fur under silver moon seemed quite
Familiar to me
Then I have to bring it to an end
What happens when the cat turns toward me
- so, technology—haiku backwards—757 nstead of 575
Computers are they our friends?
No, unlike dogs they
Do not love us to the end
Hour Six: Blow My Mind
Blow my mind
Its what you do so well
When you let me catch a glimpse of your brilliant mind
I want to dive on in
Get engulfed in your hopes and dreams
The way you love life so passionately
You say you are average at best
Buy my love
If you could see what I see
You would understand you are far superior to the rest
When Night Descends
Rain melts the twilight sky as cresting waves pound the shoreline.
Wind lift me up, let me swim in the Milky Way –
its raspberry sweetness on my tongue, as dreams pass this dreamer by.
I caress the stars above, kiss the moon with tender lips,
and bathe in its silver luminescence.
The warmth of your hands cocoon my soul,
as I dream of the one smiling back at me.
Dip me in your pools of beauty, remove my flesh –
my crimson silk as sweet as liquid gold.
Whisper my name, and I will hear you.
Reach for you, and I will feel you.
Linger with me in the unknown, see me through the darkness,
and I will see your face.
Your loving smile, the warmth of your hands, seducing me back to life.
Twilight is gone, night descends and my dreams awake.
Memories taunt the familiar ache in my heart.
A chance was all it took, a chance I never got.
Shards of broken glass fill my cup,
every clock’s ticking hand reminding me of time’s finality.
I fought every seen and unseen war, and lost.
And then with my heart bleeding in my hands, I foolishly gave up destiny.
The cobalt sky descends, bleeding onyx into my memory,
as old dreams painfully awake.
Remove the light of your liquid silver, holding my breath, and grip my hand,
let me drown in your beauty.
With solar warmth burn me up, birth me into another world.
Falling stars, fall with me.
Pearlescent wings unfold, fly me up into eternal night’s bliss.
Venom of fantasy hunt me, take me, transform me.
Deity of all deity’s, make the impossible real, despite the dust that I am.
Congeal, bleed, flake, let me be what I dream of being.
Champion who will guide, I call to you. I wait for you.
Silent in the void, cocooned in the light that only you will see.
7th out 12
Poem (#7)
When I see you now, I look,
an observer, free from prejudice,
Glean information, see subtle changes
No conversation needed
And please don’t notice I’ve looked
Nothing’s new again
Still don’t want you.