The Poetry Marathon

Hour 7- Soothing Sunflowers

Swinging in a sunflower field

I close my eyes and feel the breeze.

The hum of bees fill the air and

Set my soul at ease.

 

I let my thoughts flow freely

Swinging in a sunflower field

I daydream about the summer sun

And feel my mind is healed.

 

With pleasant sounds around me

I sway placidly in my seat

Swinging in a sunflower field

I feel the suns soothing heat.

 

I open up my eyes and smile

Look around, nothing concealed

I get up, refreshed from my time of

Swinging in a sunflower field.

Fishbowl

Hour Six

A fish out of water
scooped out of the expanse
with a net of lies
and plunged within
a crystalline bowl.
Flitting to the surface
wherein lies the tease
of sustenance and breath
held in stagnancy.
Feeble attempts to avoid
the anglerfish
and it’s temptation-
a false hope of ultraviolet
lure to wrangle in the catch.
Hiding within a castle
surrounded by the anemones
with tendrils of flesh
waving like a banner of surrender,
while avoiding curious eyes
and sidelong glances.
A hook and another line
descend to the gravel bottom-
the lure, a promise of relief
from the constraints of
a limited existence.
A living decoration
swimming through the days
trapped within a lonely puddle
while dreaming of the ocean
depicted in the backdrop.

Hour 7: Baker’s Lament

There is safety in order

And in knowing that if you follow the rules exactly

You can make something special

Both beautiful and rewarding

 

Baking is chemistry

Each step leading to the next

Perfection is possible

If you follow each rule to the letter

 

I wish I could apply these rules

To the world as a whole

But social cues are ever changing

And there is no recipe to follow

 

I find peace in exact minutes

In reward for following the rules

Careful measurements

Lead to pleasing results

 

People are not cakes

Love is not frosting

I cannot knead the world into the perfect shape

 

This is harder

But that’s the point

If life was like baking

There could be no mistakes

And it wasn’t meant to be perfect, anyway

Dragons

Here be dragons
On the wild coasts, heather-strewn.
On the black rock jagged blades into the tide.

On the sea mist sands
Here be dragons
Amid the skittering creatures of the rainless night.

Wound between roots
Of mangrove trees, salt crystals on their scales,
Here be dragons.

The Expanse

A vast expanse extends before me.
As far as the eye can see.
I watch the clouds glide slowly past me
and feel extraordinarily free.

I’m undaunted by the unknown,
and I lack the wings to fly.
I throw my arms wide open,
to embrace the outstretched sky.

I inhale the scent of newfound freedom,
exhale thanks and rest my eyes.

Hour 7

In the river inside me,

It flows in starts and stops,

And weaves around dams in my heart.

There are few passengers

In the river inside me,

Few wanting to brave its treacherous waters.

The riverbeds are drying, the water turns green, and soon the fish will finally die

In the river inside me.

The doctor is in

Prompt 7

7

joint custody

the sunflowers are watching
the empty swing hangs heavy
in sultry air

it rained last week
the sunflowers are watching
the sandy path to the swing is undistubed

the rain erased her footprints
stalks have grown together in the field
the sunflowers are watching

Hour Seven

Where your fragrance lingers
I hear your voice.
Your laughter
aches my soul.

My mind smiles
where your fragrance lingers,
tickling my thoughts
with your memory.

I don’t cry at all
when I sense your presence
where your fragrance lingers
feeling your tender touch.

I wish I could visit more
to see your lovely eyes
taste your tender lips
where your fragrance lingers

 

 

Perhaps in Future- Hour Seven

Because I am his, and he is mine,

two souls are we, to stand together

hand in hand, in perfect step,

none more suited for the other.

 

There are no others for me here,

because I am his, and he is mine,

we watch the years slip past,

blended family into one.

 

I wait for him as hours trickle by,

and the silence yawns on, dark and deep.

Because I am his, and he is mine,

I wait, I listen, and I hope for my love.

 

There will come a day of simple bliss,

of us together, time shared, bodies entwined

and our lives as one, simply just:

Because I am his, and he is mine.