The Poetry Marathon

The End

i stand here today thinking we will always be

daydreaming of a life for you and me

happiness and love

thank the good lord above

standing beside a king

Who knew there’d be a man out there for me.

Tomorrow comes and love is on the rise

call from you opens up my eyes

you have something to say and I need to pay attention

your love is no longer here, first thing you need to mention

you have decided to move on and I should do the same

wait a minute, what? What the hell’s her name

That’s none of your concern just know that I’ll be gone

all my stuff has been packed and I’m moving on

you packed while I was asleep?

wait a minute, this can be?

where are you going

its been 3 years

i can’t believe that you’ve been hoeing!

who is she

how long have you

tell me something

how could you

look, I’m sorry if I hurt you but it wasn’t my intention

all the time that I was with you, you had all of my attention

this is something that just happened and I need to go, I need to see how our new found love will grow

i know you will be fine

maybe you can still be my friend

but as far as I’m concerned this here is

the end

 

 

 

Let’s Begin

Let’s begin at the beginning
Because there’s no other place to start.
At least for us lame humans.
That only have one heart.

We must live time in order.
From day to day to day.
Always moving forward
No matter what we say.

At least that’s true in real life
Where everything makes sense.
But in books and poems and stories
There isn’t even a fence

Writers can jump from past to present to future
Follow a little red line
And just do whatever they please.
But only in the pages sewn into a spine.

Despite all of their freedom,
Books still have to start.
Especially for us humans
Because we only have one heart.

#PoemNo1 :D Love letter to the beloved words I once failed… -j.r.m© 2016

Tanka

At the beak of dawn
I can feel the ocean breeze
gently waking me,
and I hear the doves cooing;
I don’t hear my hummingbirds.

Prompt One 2016 – The End

The G.N.I.N.N.I.G.E.B.

Dysfunctional Friendship

How do you know

when it’s truly over?

How do you deal

When the friendship has to end?

Wishing you could go back

And know you can’t move forward.

Dealing or not dealing

when you think it has to end.

When two people meet

And the joy of common interests

Collides into an instant bond

Wanting to know more and more

Maybe too fast, but can’t stop

You ride to extreme highs

They were good times

And then the lows

You wonder if you ever were alike

Until you reach the point

The last straw

The tipping point

The point of no return

How do you know

when it’s truly over?

How do you deal

When the friendship has to end?

Wishing you could go back

And know you can’t move forward.

Dealing or not dealing

when you know it has to end.

The End of the Book

I teach kids to read
I want them to love words
and stories
and books
like I do.

That means I mostly read
kids’ books, appreciate
the subtle sophistication
of children’s lit,
of children.

But…I just slogged through
365 pages
of adult action adventure.

Kids won’t put up with rambling,
with details that don’t matter.

But…I read it.
I liked it enough to finish.
And the last two pages
were fabulous, the best two pages
in the book.
It was about hope.
It was about goodness.
It was worth it.

But…it’s back to kids’ books for me,
at least for a while.

Cutting Onions

I cut an onion

And I nearly cried

 

Not because I was cutting onions, mind you

But I heard the sound echo

Through my new big kitchen

I felt space around me

That I never had in my previous tiny kitchen

And in that moment

When the knife clicked against the cutting board

I heard her

 

That girl I used to be

The girl I was ten years ago

The girl who was happy

The girl I’ve been trying to find for the last five months

 

And I finally found her

In a kitchen

Cutting an onion

And I nearly cried

But not because I was cutting onions

The End

Death creeps amongst us

cloaked in black

hovering over the unsuspecting

whispering to the witch sisters of Greece

the thread of life

held and pulled taunt

long-sheared scissors

opened

prepared to cut

Snip

The End

The End

Young and restless many live their lives.

So negative in daily wants and desires.

Unfulfilled by actual works to acquire.

Lead by erroneous gathering of intellect

Catastrophic decisions the mind makes.

So negative in today’s waits and unfulfilled by promised intakes.

Countless days now dissipate.