7AM prompt 23
3AM Pancakes
the best
few people up at this hour
Who eats now?
Me!
One twelve inch pancake
a meal for sure
No one ever orders more.
The Raging and Consuming War of The Poetics
Part XXIV
…oh, beautiful red poppies,
I have awakened – like Dorothy –
I seem to have all my limbs
and my mind is working well enough
to know that the dream I just had
was too far out to be true;
I try and rise to my feet –
fall to my face;
I put my hand on my chest,
where a heart beats…
I feel the stitches that are holding it together,
I look at my hands,
the wedding ring is long gone –
no white skin to show the 20 years of matrimony;
could it be?
This was not a dream at all!
fin
– Michellia D. Wilson 8/24/14 7 AM
Let us remember: Robin Williams – A Fellow Tortured Artist
To all Guillain Barre Syndrome victims
To all who suffer mental illness, specifically bipolar disorder
Greenery
Eerie days and cotton clouds
fields of green and flowers.
I dream my days away, eagerly waiting for the night.
Spending restless hours
looking for the sun.
When the only thing that matters
is the fleeing darkness, giving way.
For golden drops of morning dew.
Ode to a cat
Purring, meowing.
Little ball of love.
Soft paws and twirling tail.
Little ball of love.
Futile and desperate attempts
to convey this feeling in my chest
how all that matters is a
little ball of lovely fur.
Clouds of whispers
I want to drown in the colours of your soul as
Crystallized water embellish your skin,
tiny pearls of shiver trickling down your spine.
Poetry Marathon poem #17
You went to sleep?
What are you doing?
This is important.
I have a busy day
of planned accidental meetings
and a long drive ahead of me.
Maybe something to look forward-
towards what?
The horizon
will always
be there,
steady
unmoving
just
so damn
far away.
i remind myself
today is the kind of day where all
i want to do is write about you-
desire again.
selfish, self-seeking desire.
i remind myself that i am complete without you.
i remind myself that i have released you into the wind.
i remind myself that i can look inside of me
and feel whole.
i remind myself that i am complete without you.
i remind myself.
i remind myself.
i remind myself.
The Gypsy Curse
Everything shimmers and floats,
In a Glastonbury caravan
Where I had my runes read for fun.
Heeding a dizzy sensation
As I entered the little room,
I sat on the little stool.
And was told my questions wanted answers,
But I couldn’t think- of whom?
She summoned up a terrible thing,
Lava red- adorned with bony spears on his head.
Puffing as it spoke, so rings of smoke
filled the room, and fire leapt in the glowing gloom.
“And what is it you’ve come to know?” He said.
“Do you desire power- over the winds that blow?
Over the moon that shines and the grasses that grow
Or do you just want to bend the minds of men?
Because we can make a deal, you know!”