The Poetry Marathon

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I am found breathless,  bound

in the parenthesis of your kiss.

Unknown to my undoing, you

hold my heart, enclosed in your fist.

 

Gentle sighs deplete the quiet,

minutes tick away unheard.

The world is twirling on its axis

yet here its ceased to turn.

 

(A million stars will dance tonight

because you are in the world.)

 

A flame of hand, a shock of lips

all my secrets you’re unfolding.

But safe within this secret bliss

your heart I’m sweetly holding.

 

(Oblige the sun and bless the moon

a song of secret is her tune.)

Poem7/24 “UNFADED LOVE”

“Primarily Visual Image Poem Challenge”

 

Lying on the ground

Embracing the cold wind

Caress of the night

Staring the stars 

Counting the blinks

Covered by the clouds 

Can’t see, too far

Away from each other

Hoping, dreaming

Longing to bind

Different color’s sight

Reflection of light

Dropped from nowhere

Wish I was there

To wish the starry fair

To wish my dream

To wish my knight

“Unfaded love”

Hour 07 4.30-5.30am — #84 “Seven dozen”

seven dozen really inspire one — & at least one site suggests a modern call for #84 is Dumbledore, so it’s a no brainer

#84
Homage to the Old Bumblebee

born in Mould-on-the-Wold
a mildewing village, of honey

buzzes round his kingdom castle
bee-humming, pollenating minds

weight-of-the-wizard-world bearer
secretknower, secretkeeper, burdened

keeps the darkness at bay
through whimsy & play

eyes blue enough to pierce souls
twinklekind & full of mischief

the one who knows
but would rather not

but as someone must
— it is he who knows

At last! #21. Lots of choices at last.

A Storm (Poem 7)

I’m stuck in a storm
Unmovable
No place to go
Sheets of rain drench me
Impossible to see the road
I have to press on
Thunder roars
Rattling my insides
A lion, a predator
Driving me away
Lightening snaps
Lighting up the sky
Immobilized
I want to retreat
The storm is a straight jacket
Held in nature’s prison
I accept defeat

Poem #7: Vicious

How vicious thinking of you is,

How disruptive it is to the calm in my life.

Because I know your mind dwells somewhere else,

You are forgetting me, beautiful one.

And you, the man, that destroys the ease,

With every passing day,

The storm breaks upon my skin,

And I shatter again,

All the glass at your feet,

So retreat, retreat.

These words have become so vicious,

And luring to the dark,

You tear me apart, and wash me away,

How I love you so, so much still,

Without you even knowing, caring,

How vicious that is.

waiting….

just one more month
to wait for ten new fingers to be wrapped around two of mine-
for plump little cheeks
and dimpled chin
for burps and poops and spit up all over again-
always worth the wait
worth every second every pain
waiting to be your grandma
so not waiting in vain.

Hour 7–Church

Sleepy heads carefully

balanced on necks

eyes closed

sermon kept at bay

Midday, June (a visual poem)

Midday, June

Inside, my big mutt dog,
who looks like an Anatolian
but whose mother is surely a Great Pyrenees,
sprawls across my treadmill
all snores, ivory fur, and black face.

Outside, the sky is smudged charcoal,
the air that peculiar clear green I’ve only seen
in Oklahoma when the atmosphere is charged
and ripe for a tornado.

Still, I pull on rubber boots
and walk outside for inspiration
to write a purely visual poem.

Color My Pages

Browns and reds built the foundation
Blues and greys structure tear down those secrets of formation
Pinks and yellows give glory to the transformation
Peach frees the child’s soul of word translations
Squeezing out the blessed women’s Identity
Of a born leader

Haiku #7

Ev’rything’s brighter

and lighter at midnight, which

is my third eye’s time.