The Poetry Marathon

Black and blue peas
Birds break trees
Falling knees
Un-natural breeze
Animals sneeze
Car’s disease
Cold bees
Elegance seen
After the human
It’s been
Done

The stormy day has come barreling towards us,

I sit and whisper misgivings to your ear,

We should remember this when the air is clear,

And I think on your vodka drenched lips,

And the heat burning between us,

And I wonder where we could have been in this shitty city,

If it weren’t for your chaotic life.

I have often thought about my dogs life

Was he content with just being my best friend

Or like humans did he yearn for more

Did he hope to find love on a sunny spring day

Wish to travel the world

Graduate

Have a child of his own

Was he content with just being there for me

Or did he also have dreams

Poem 7 for Hour Seven

s/c/r/i/b/b/l/e/s of/
hie
ro
gly
phics
totems
of thoughts in labyrinth

find me everywhere

in between
periods
commas & ampersands
c.o.n.n.e.c.t.i.n.g
heart
to hearts

(c) ceri naz visual poem/ maze of poets and poetry

Dawn brings fractured fragments: a murder
of ebony crows scattered across
a wire, inky feathered music
notes – treble clef, octave, breve.

That incessant sun, he’s a lemon
-orange scorched ping-pong ball
plopping up
where he doesn’t belong.

A stone-washed sky
breathes her secrets to
the raw umber of earth
and a skeletal tree clad only
in mismatched shoes.

Us witches do know
That the witching hour is here
We must go now now

My eyes speak but they do not hear.

I’m just one of many with all the same fears.

I’ll be your best friend, as loyal as they come.

I watch and wait for you patiently from the moment you are gone.

I’m a little hot in this sweater but that’s ok with me.

I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you’re happy.

I will defend you to the death, until the last beat of my heart.

Just promise we’ll always be together, let nothing tear us apart.

I am the face of countless shelter dogs and the wishful thought of every stray.

I am yours. You are mine. Always and forever will I stay.

Please don’t change your mind about me and abandon me one day.

My life won’t stand a chance and I’ll be tossed in a nameless grave.

I’ll hope for a rescue, like wishing on a star.

I’ll hold on to our memories, hoping the best for you wherever you are.

The Milktray Man.

A silent assassin melds with neon,

Blends with the lightness of lamp,

And pooling shadows.

Come to take a heart away.

But it can’t cut

Through winter,

Nor splinter a heart

that’s quiet, now

After life’s storming.

In this loneliness

Even a killer must withdraw,

Hopeless to change

The inevitable cooling of age.

The idea of love was enchanting…..

the reality of it…..is daunting.

Three words couldn’t possibly be more haunting……

V.Sky