The Poetry Marathon

Hour 2 – I forget where we were

In the moments when promises bound us
At the time, when my hand touched yours
Yours to hold, to walk together, to cherish
Strangers once, now one for next seven births

Years have passed, oh is it years?
Time has flown with wings widespread

Today’s rhythm has two strangers — once again
Busy in their own schedule, in the same house
Moments when common interests give rise to words
Otherwise walls comfort and listen to our voice

Years have passed, oh is it years?
Time has flown with wings widespread

I forget where we were when we selected each other
I forget where we were when we pledged to be together
I forget where we were when our love created a bond
I forget where we were when our lives drifted apart

Years have passed, oh is it years?
Time has flown with wings widespread….

Pristine

Hungry.

 

Check the mercury chart before ordering that fish.

Too much arsenic in brown rice.

Beef sirloin, not the mad cow kind.

Roast turkey without salmonella, please.

Were those rotisserie chickens fed antibiotics?

Carbonara? Too risky. Those eggs are barely cooked.

Did they wash the Waldorf salad three times?

I’ll have the non-Dirty- Dozen fruit salad.

Do you see any pesticides in that peach cobbler?

Green salad, without the e coli. Not even on the side.

She wants some growth hormone and antibiotic free milk.

I need a glass of wine. Hold the organophosphates.

Some distilled spring water in glasses, not BPA plastic. Thanks.

 

Still hungry.

 

 

By Sue Storts

08/13/2016

 

Downy vs Hummingbird

The Downy drinks to the hummingbird’s aggravation

Seemingly gawky at the feeder next to the darting dancer,

Impatiently waits while attempting to intimidate with her acrobatics,

Too big to sit at this tiny breakfast spot,

drinks and pecks at ants behind the glass

Finally the hummer sits on a branch, glares at his nemesis

still hungry.

Fly Free

Break free, little angel,

from earthly chains.

Unbound, then, fly

to the Far Away.

Seek your rest

upon the Holy Mountain.

Embraced by tears

which wash over you

like aspergere.

Plucked wildflower,

you bloomed early.

The stream on the mountain

sustains you.

It is your breath….

Your Life.

Flame of Hell

Darkness cover my soul with worst pain that your soul could.

Go through.

Their was know where to go the darkness had capture.

My body.

 

My body scream for someone to stop the darkness their.

Wasn’t  know one their to stop the flame of hell.

That capture my body.

Darkness cover my soul with the worst pain that my soul.

 

Was going through the pain capture my soul their was .

Know one their to answer.

To my scream that came from my body that was capture.

From the flame of hell.

Poem 1

When the chapter came to an end I had two options
One
Continue to try and squeeze in more words that held no benefit to my story
Two
Move on to the next chapter
I choose to move on to the next chapter
To discover the unknown
To hopefully grow
To live

Fairy Door

And so they danced among the tree
Laughing on the summer breeze
Lightly kiss familiar face
Called deeper into sacred place
Hidden lost within the soul
Spring to life to open door

Prompt for Hour Three

Write a poem. The contents of the poem is completely up to you, but the title must be ‘Before Darkness’

Autumn

The brisk feeling that you have

On a beautiful autumn day

When all the leaves are turning

And the trees are in full sway

The welcome in your heart

For new love and giddy smile

Has wrapped itself around you

And settles in for a while

The gentle spray of dew

That lays upon the ground

Captures all the snapshots

Of the colors all around

If we could only harness

The beauty of it all

We could wake up everyday

And live our lives in Fall

How glorious and lovely

The days I’d spend with you

We’d romp in piles of nature

And breathe the fresh air too

How wonderful and fulfilling

This time of year bequeaths

The dawn before the winter

Your heart is truly seized

 

The End. Reimagined.

The end was once concrete and clear, hard and pointed.

Summer’s end comes knowing that the moments will be savored.

The rising and setting of the sun each day makes way for the waxing & waning of the moon an ancient reminder of how nature marks the passage of time, our most precious resource.

The possibility of a new day once came in unadorned, without obligatory chores, and was willed more by desire than by need.

Or so it seemed, the promise of a fresh page, a new day to do, to live in a waking dream to pursue the actions that time put a limit on.

The end is close, yet it is not to be feared. It is only a state of mind because once you enter through the gate you realize that you walk past pillars of granite and marble once thought to be stoic, the epitome of perminance and then now you realize that the end is the only true path to the new…a renewal, a necessary progression.

The end only marks a transient moment in time.

One learning how to marinate memories realizing that the end is not meant to harbor your thoughts or hold you back in the slightest.

The end is a delicate stepping stone that one can lightly walk upon until they decide to move to the next vista without gingerly accepting hesitation.

A brief pause in the rhythm of life. A period that gives way to a new sentence, an original thought. A new paragraph or chapter that needed the end to make every new start.