The Poetry Marathon

Tick tock

midnight almost

strikes

but I’m ready

for the hit

Clouds cleared

revealing sunshine

right practice, right skill

( on Reiki Precept- be honest)

If I went there

Where would I be?

Would I be

Here or there?

One in the same

No time domain

Connected

Everywhere.

Somedays, the mundane bears down heavy

Memories scented with magnificent pine trees and tall strong redwoods lure me away

Promises of cooler temperatures and cleaner air

A pure crystal lake inspired picnic

Perfection in the getaway.

Just saw a headline

6 Things to do

After the Honeymoon

I began listing them

Hold back your temper

Don’t yell

Learn to be yelled at

Live with it

Whatever it is

Give Give

Don’t take too much

Wash your dishes

Pick up after yourself

Compromise then

Compromise more

Watch your mouth

Hold back your feelings

Pretend you don’t see

Act like you don’t know

Learn to accept

Learn to ignore

Learn to be us

Let go of self

Learn to be we

Let go of me

Way more than 6

Til death do us part

After the honeymoon

Learn to be cynical

Learn to be passive

Learn to be self sacrificing

Guess I didn’t like marriage so much

The Golfers Hands
Familiar they formed over mine, I was a little girl, I wanted to be taught, I needed to be able to say, My daddy taught me how to hit, I pulled my arms up and the movement in the air was a terrifying swing, I didn’t know where he had gone, or why he left, I was so past the questions, but the answers rose, I never saw a petal on the course, not one, he loves me he loves me not, he taught me how to stand when I swing, and all I wanted to say was, my daddy taught me how to stand, every bit of that ex that hit me across my face diminished, and the golf ball flew far and the speed was deep, I was running out of waisted years and so I put myself back in the moment, he taught me what to wear and what not to bring, and all I wanted to say was my daddy taught me how to cover my jewels and every 20 dollar bill that folded into my breast, when I was under 25 hit the ground and I was able to blossom, because daddy told me so, he taught me the rules, the fundamental things, pointed out the holes, and all I wanted to say was, my daddy taught me what to do, where to go, and what depth I can handle should I fall in, the golf ball rolled to the right and all I heard him say was “good job” and all I wanted to say was my daddy told me so, my daddy folded my hand under his and I knew the concepts of life, I understood what it felt like to be beneath a man with my cloths on, only a bare hand, his touch was so smooth, I never knew his hands felt this way, I was a little girl in my 30s that day…

“Midnight”

Midnight is upon us,

Nothing is as it seems,

No one is who they appear to be,

Masks of deception.

Faceless strangers move stealthy under the dark cover of night.

The bright lit moon of the midnight hour is the only light.

Words as sharp as daggers pierce the hollow of the darkness.

Drip, drop

Life dwindles away.

Ah, but this midnight has become so scary, so dismal, so dreary.

Pity upon myself,

As I am alone in this gloom,

As my life’s blood has been splattered.

How I long to be someone else,

I loathe this midnight hour.

The dreadful strangers in the blackness,

Creep and crawl,

Getting much closer now,

I am disillusioned no longer,

I can be fierce no longer,

In this devilish midnight hour.

Everyone looked all around for the girl
they thought that they should see.

But had they asked I would’ve said,
“I’m right here! It’s really me. “

Part XVI

Einstein said,
space and time are malleable;
they conform to us –

conform,
I really hate that word –
I was taught to conform because
through such,
I will be set free…

is freedom for real?
my inner self wants to go back to age 19
and drink myself insane and love someone forever;

freedom is a law,
and a word that is confusing,
it is not red like poppies,
it is black as unsaved death.

– Michellia D. Wilson 8/23/14 11 PM